Amelia had become familiar with the beat of the bus engine over the past few weeks. She had left home and traveled to another state and made sure that even the traces of her old life were not traceable. Now, as she glanced out of the window, seeing the immense expanse of Seattle, she could feel the nervousness mixed with the desire in her stomach. This was it. The site where she would begin all over again. After sensing she was being followed in where she had just left. When the bus was almost at the terminal, Amelia packed the few possessions that she had with her. The rucksack she slung on her back included just the things she has in her life today: spare clothes, limited cash, and a new mobile phone she bought to ensure she could not be tracked. Though not much, it was the beginning of a dream. Disembarking from the bus, Amelia inhaled a sharp breath at the cool, pure air of Seattle. People were going about their business undeterred, mindful of the woman they jostled as they w
A flurry of the next three days went by as Amelia tried to get ready for her first shift. She buried herself in the thick tome Margaret had loaned her, studying the staff handbooks, inventory organization, and other requirements. She also got nice shoes and was ready to be comfy all day since she knew she would be on her feet most of the time. Finally, Saturday arrived. The day could not come soon enough, and Amelia woke up early with butterflies in her tummy. She attired herself correctly in black pants and a white shirt, which was a uniform of the store, and made her hair plain and tied it. Looking at the white edifice in front of her and thinking about what is inside it as Amelia was walking to the bookstore, she allowed herself to have pride. So far, she had come from the broken girl who had run away from the hospital a few weeks before. Here she was in a strange place, preparing to start her new career. It was neither ornate nor exquisite, but it was her life, which she
Days of driving had made the steady roll of the tires and the pulse of the automobile against the earth a comfortable background to the tumult in Elijah’s head. He held the steering wheel with both hands, his fingers stiffened from the knots of anxiousness while driving on the country roads,which contain lots of curves. The villas gazed through the huge windows opened on the upstate of the town, town, painted green to the horizon, but Elijah was not charmed by the view. All he could think about was the task that was to be done——a job that he had been fearing since the day they knew Amelia was gone. It had been a while since Amelia left the cabin, cabin, and no one in the family or Pack had seen her. Months of intensive work investigating every single lead that could be found. But as the days grew into weeks and then into months with no trace of her, Elijah and Bruce had been forced to face a hard reality. reality. Not only did Amelia not want to be found, but he also opted to f
Elijah sat on an armchair, uncomfortable, as Rosa and Kevin sat on the couch in the cramped living room. In the corner of the room was a grandfather clock, its ticking sounding out Elijah's pulse.Kevin began to speak to Elijah in a casual yet protective tone, asking, "So, what's the relation between you and Rosa?" Somehow, Elijah could tell that Rosa was desperate just by looking at her. Rosa had never told Kevin anything about their history or their connection to the pack because they always kept such details to themselves. Naturally, she hadn't. Why should she dwell on the trauma of her past when she may go on with her life?Elijah cautiously spoke, "We... grew up together," unaware that he was about to reveal too much. “In the same..." Before she noticed the slight expression of relief on his face, Rosa merely nodded, and she remained unconvinced. “We’ve known each other for quite some time,” she said, and there was tranquility in her tone that nevertheless had tight muscles on
While Elijah departed, they could barely make out the sound of the front door shutting behind him. For a split second, Rosa did nothing while she held out her hand as if to call him back. Something else she couldn't identify was confusing and terrifying. "Is Rosa's name?" His speech took on a more accusing and serious tone, but his friendliness and warmth drew her back to reality. Naturally, this inquiry leads to an unofficial specification: "Just who was that guy?" Rosa seemed to harbor numerous secrets as she gazed at her husband. She had been expecting this day and probably dreading it even as she strove to establish a new one that was free from the world of the supernatural. But she had thought, maybe mistakenly and imprudently, that it would always be able not to have them intermingle. She whispered, "I believe we need to talk," and he could see the terror in her eyes. He murmured, "Kevin." Kevin glared, which was somewhat unlike him, as deep creases developed on his plea
The words that were shouted were just growing harsher, and there was no going back once those statements were spoken. Kevin leaned back in his chair and stared at her, startled. After a pause that can be described as tensely pregnant, neither of them is inclined to break the silence. “All this time,” Kevin managed to clear his throat and speak at last. These words loaded with disbelief can also be used to convey that people can keep lots of secrets over many years. Rosa could not help but cry. ”I’m so sorry for wanting to preserve you, to preserve Michael,” she says to him, tears rushing to her eyes. “I thought leaving that life behind, not talking about it, would make it remain in the past. But today when Elijah came…” “You think something’s happened to Amelia,” Kevin paraphrased her, as comprehension registered on his face. Acting in reaction to the cue Rosa gave, Maria responded gently, 'Exactly," Rosa nodded, a sob swelling in her breast. ‘No, there is more than that; Elij
When they were out of the main drinking area, where the nightclubs and bars were located, Lucas allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. Ema would be pleased. After weeks of failure, they were positive that they would receive exactly what they had been looking for. Astor followed the smell to a little, independent bookshop nestled in between a thrift store and a vegan café. Over the door was a sign that proclaimed ‘Bookmark Haven’ in finely chipped gold paint. Indeed, the bookstore was closed, and all the windows in it were blind, but Lucas was convinced the individuals were still alive in the building. He whispered to others surrounding him and said, “She is here.” “I can smell her, ” Mara was a tiny, black woman with short hair and a grinning mouth, and she rubbed her hands together. “Finally. I was starting to assume this little bitch had vanished into thin air. Dex, who was somewhat more restless and the youngest of the complete three after their judgments, approached th
Dex tried to cover it slightly, but Lucas saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down and saw the solitary bead of sweat that slid down the young man’s temple. There is no comfortable touch because Ema’s touch could be as horrifying as they are alluring. “What would you have us do next, my lady?” Lucas aimed this query at Ema, and it made her redirect her focus from Dex. Ema’s smile grew, displaying only a small portion of her fangs. “Nothing for now. You have done a terrific job, my trusty pets. Go home, eat, drink, and be merry. I need some time to appreciate and think about the next plan. The dismissal was plain. Lucas, Mara, and Dex got up, touching their heads to the floor, then turned their backs and walked to the door. It was at this juncture when Ema screamed for them again from the other side of the door as they neared the doorstep. “Oh, and Lucas? Don't tell anyone else about our discovery. I won't have anyone come in my way. Do we understand each other?” Lucas nodded thou