"Ugh…" Emily groaned, "Not you interrupting my call again. She said as Jacqueline sashayed into the room where she was held with a stern expression."No calls!" Jacqueline exclaimed, prying the phone out of Emily's hands and folding her arms.Emily sighed, then fell onto the not-so-comfy bed."I know what you're going to say, Jacqueline." She said picking up a fluffy pillow and using it to cover her face."What happened in there? You want to get yourself killed, blah blah blah." Emily said into the pillow, her voice muffled by the pillow.Jacqueline snatched the pillow from her and flung it across the room.Emily moaned, in the past hours she'd received hell from everyone she'd encountered.When she was dragged out of the room, all she could think about was the fact that Terry needed to be moved to a safe location that was protected by a strong sorcerer. They had minutes, if not seconds before the sorcerer came back angry."Get her out of here," she shouted, as strong arms carried her
Since Andrew left Brighton, Caleb's life had become easier. Pack members were so afraid by the thought that Andrew wouldn't return that they didn't seem to mind when he did or said something crazy or stupid. He'd been walking around the Pack like he owned the place. The old Alpha was also too busy with the planned attacks on the witch coven which were already underway. Laura and Larry didn't have the time either. While Larry was sulking, Laura was actively doing her duty as pack warrior.Brighton had already sent in troops and threw a couple of bombs on the witch territories. The witches were so shocked by the sudden attack and hadn't even come up with a counterattack.Brighton planned to repeatedly attack them, giving the coven no chance to retaliate. The attack also affected the Pack members. They were terrified that when the Coven finally got themselves together it would be awful for Brighton. They also thought that it was wrong timing because Andrew their savior was not around to
Emily looked at her outfit for the umpteenth time wondering if she had done too much. It was supposed to be a simple date at one of her favorite restaurants in New York and yet she'd felt like she'd gone overboard with her hair and makeup. Well, she had nothing better to do all day but try to perfect her look. She'd been through different outfits before she'd finally chosen the one she put on. Her hair had been straightened, curled, packed, and repacked a dozen times already. She sneered at her reflection, her nerves were all over the place since news from the dispatched teams revealed that 3 of the suspected locations were empty early that morning. She'd asked herself if it meant that they'd already escaped or that they were in the next location.She'd spent the whole day fretting around her apartment, wondering if she'd picked the right outfit as she tried to distract herself from the main problem. Which was finding those children. She also worried about her mother. Despite the h
If Emily was being perfectly honest with herself, she hadn't been expecting her night to go as wonderfully as it did.When they came out of her apartment, she and Andrew walked a few blocks arm in arm before Andrew spotted some silly weird-shaped glasses and bought a pair for each of them. Then they moved from food cart to food cart, trying to sell their tourist dreams and faking their accents to impress food vendors.Each vendor got a different story and city depending on the vendor's countenance, but they mostly pretended to be a couple on their honeymoon that had heard of how great New York was and had come to experience it. Emily laughed so hard that she almost choked on her food. At some point, she couldn't keep up with the fake accents anymore. Even when a random person on the streets called their bluff and told them that they belonged in hell for lying, Emily didn't feel guilty as she normally would. That night she'd broken a thousand rules that she normally wouldn't dare to
Andrew followed the path mapped out on the map. He'd hiked for hours as the path led him deeper than he'd ever gone into Westmont park. As shocking and revealing as it was, the safe haven he was supposed to find was located in another part of Westmont, deeper than he'd ever been to. It explained why he decided to settle there after all.Throughout the night, Andrew was so excited and partly anxious about what he would find and how arduous his journey would be that he had barely gotten any sleep. His wolf also watched pensively, worried about Andrew's reaction to the reception of another memory.If the last one knocked him out for more than 24 hours after which he was still woozy. His wolf feared that Andrew wasn't ready to be bombarded with other memories in such a short duration of time and would react worse than he did when he discovered the storage unit. Grunting Andrew stopped walking and leaned on a humongous tree that was in his way. He heaved then allowed himself to slide to
Andrew's senses awoke before him. His wolf, who had been in attack mode, immediately simmered at the warm scent that filtered into Andrew's nostrils.Andrew smiled, it smelled like home. It smelt like his mother. He cracked his eyes open and caught a glimpse of a very familiar surrounding.He jolted up, seeing himself in his mother's old cottage house. The memories returned at once and this time they weren't bad like he'd been fearing that they would. His wolf purred enjoying the calming scent that smeared itself around his senses. The bittersweet memories engulfed him, he remembered them all. The laughter of his childhood, the games he played with his mother, tagging along with her in her little garden, his first big wound, his nightmares, their little outings, He groaned, feeling blissed. Then the sad memories trickled in little by little. He remembered the first time his father returned home, he'd been sleeping in his room when he heard voices. "Did you think I wouldn't find you
"She did what?" Douglas growled into his phone."Find them and kill her." He bellowed, then slammed the phone in his hands on the desk as he removed it from his ears.The silhouette of his wife's ghost appeared beside him, dark long fingers trailed across his shoulders."My love, who's got your panties in a bunch." She whispered into his ears.Douglas growled, then sighed."Your time is over, my masters say. They're retrieving the protection they've given you. You've failed to keep to your end of the bargain."Douglas jolted up,"Darling! You don't mean it. Did you speak for me? For us?"She sighed, "I'm afraid you may soon have to join me. While I complete my service, you shall be in eternal torment. They will own your soul. You will regret making promises you cannot keep." Douglas tried to grasp her hands but it turned to smoke."Darling, tell them to start the sacrifice. The moment Andrew returns he will become Alpha and by the time he takes my position for the first time during
'He's not your father.' Laura's words resounded in his head as he prepared for his date with Emily. She'd already called to confirm their date and though he'd thought of canceling it so he could spend the night ruminating on everything he had heard, she sounded so elated that he couldn't bear to do so.He stared at his reflection, seeing his wolf and not balking with hatred and disgust as he usually did. Laura and a witch helped him get over his fear of mirrors during her great reveal.Andrew swallowed as a wave of shock shot through his body.The things Laura had revealed to him just hours ago were messing with his head. He had his wolf, who he'd allowed to remain close to the surface since Laura had asked, to thank for his sanity.His wolf was able to contain his wilding emotions and keep them from erupting by concentrating on what was important, which was not letting Emily down tonight.'There's a fourth prophecy.' Laura had said. "Douglas is not your father."Andrew's mouth fell