‘Move, big head.’ The voice came from inside my head, just at the same time I felt a flurry of energy scurrying from my belly down to my leg; and then I was at the other side of the room all of a sudden, right across Chyra, who was looking at me with an open mouth. What just happened? One moment I was there, and now I was here?I looked at the wall where I had been reclining against, and it now had a dent on it. Something that would only knock me unconscious? That would have left my entire face bleeding! My annoyance got beaten down when I compared the distance from where I had been to where I was. Unless I was a cheetah, there was no way I would have moved that fast. What happened? I asked myself again, trying to check inside my head where the strange voice had spoken from. Move, big head? What was that? Who was that?I attempted talking to it mentally, but nothing came up. ‘Who are you? Why are you inside my body?’ No reply came. Was it a wolf? I shook my head. The pack
“You call her by name too? Who do you think you are? I don’t care if you descended from the goddess directly, I won’t take this lightly from you!” Oh, it’s because of that then. I looked at the other females. They were astonished. But I had remembered to put the Queen title right? So, what was the big deal? No one was allowed to say Aliana together with the title? Or was it reserved for the elites of the so called communistic community? “I didn’t call her by her name. I added the Queen title; in case you were deaf to that.” “We are not allowed to do that, at least not us.” The same Gabriella, her voice still of the same tempo, although she sounded like I would turn on her. I would have loved to tell her I wasn’t like Chyra and the others, but this didn’t seem like a good place and time for buttering. “Oh, I didn’t know that. Apologies then, Chyra. You can leave with your friends.” Gena and Nina tightened their hands on their bags. Nina bent even and took Chyra’s bag which Gabr
I got home, and just like last time when I had stood up to Prof. Bulock, nobody said a word to me until I had eaten and freshened up. It was a bit comforting in its predictability. I could feel the weight of their gazes, though, as I moved from one hut to the other, heavy with unspoken questions and concerns. My thoughts too remained a tangled mess as I tried to make sense of what had happened earlier. I was as confused as them. I had questions just like them. Like who exactly was I? Why did I have a voice in my head? How had I expended such power? It was magic, and then something else. The voice in my head had accentuated that theory. But what could it be? A wolf? A Jaguar? What exactly? My mind reverted back to the strange dreams that had been popping up since I had been thrown into the holding cell by Adam’s father.The dreams have depicted me hungering for blood. Which species of supernatural had that? Research Maya, research. I couldn’t talk to Laura and her family about th
My heart rate spiked when Peter stepped aside, and allowed the Queen to enter the sitting room. Of course I knew why she was here. Or rather, what occasion had brought her here. I just wasn’t sure if she was here to administer punishment or banish me.The Queen moved gracefully, just like always, entering properly into the room. Her eyes never left mine. The room seemed to hold its breath as she approached me. I felt a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. What could she possibly want to tell me?"Maya," She said, her voice gentle yet commanding. "We have much to discuss."My family stood by, their expressions a mix of worry and fear. But not confusion. Not that. They had known that it was only a matter of time until the Queen had visited.There was not a word said to break the silence, not even a greeting to welcome the royal woman into the house. They watched, still standing, as she walked to the sofa nearest to me and sat down.“Please have your seats.” Everyone moved to theirs
I sat there, on the couch, my mind racing, as Queen Aliana ruminated on her thoughts, and probably her next words. It would be foolish of me to believe she had come to commend me sincerely, that suddenly she had sidelined my lies and deception which she knew of. No. I knew better. After all, I had the tape in my bag, the one with the incriminating evidence against her. The Queen was evil, and I had proof of her dark deeds, at least against Zande.I watched her closely, trying to keep my expression neutral. No matter what she said or did, I couldn't let her see my true feelings. The tape in my bag might feel too heavy to carry as a secret, but keeping it was necessary. I had to keep it safe. It was my only weapon against her. I wasn’t sure when I would be using it, but I won’t be taking chances. Not at all.The Queen smiled at me, whilst I made my decisions, but it didn't reach her eyes. I shut down the animosity that rose up my chest as a bile would and forced a bland, polite loo
Peter had made sense. To take Levina whilst on my quest to see the Queen. But did it matter? Wouldn’t Levina be stopped by the guards? The Queen's guards were notorious for their vigilance. Diana had mentioned that to me, during one of the times she had regaled me with stories about the palace and its features. So, Levina might not even get through the gate, let alone into the Queen’s chambers. The Queen would have informed the guards that she had sent for only me.I huffed.But what did the Queen want with me, anyway? My mind raced with questions and doubts.She had talked about plans. What plans could I be of use to, in this unrefined state of mine? Or was she just making small talk?I stood up from my seat down suddenly, to the surprise of Laura and Peter, and started to pace the living room, wringing my hands at intervals. Levina’s presence was supposed to provide some sort of protection, but I was sure it wouldn’t be enough or even necessary. The Queen was powerful and unpredi
Was this how painful siblings fighting was? I thought, almost rubbing my chest at the stub of pain that was festering there. I had thought it was only a broken heart from a broken relationship with a lover that could cause this hurt, but the more I watched Diana fuming and probably cussing me in her head, the more the pain increased. I haven’t experienced it before, because I hadn't had a sibling, ever. Lent and Lilian hadn’t been siblings. They had been plain thorns in my flesh. But it was different with Diana. I and Diana, despite the short amount of time we have known each other, were closer, loved each other, and had a deeper relationship than I even had with my foster father. But still then, I didn’t regret making the report to Laura and Peter, even though she was boring holes into my head, even though Laura and Peter were looking at me in disappointment. Better now than later, or rather better late than never. “You both should come over here, and sit down. Seems, we have a
Once, during her tale of acquittance with the Queen, Diana had lied. Actually, it was her first statement. She had lied about how long the training had been going on, and I had watched with widened eyes, as the energy around us had compressed on her until she had difficulty to breath, until ripples of pain popped around her face, until her teeth clattered, out of the drastic effect of the energy on her body system. I had told myself that I would never experience that because I would be telling the entire truth this time around. Diana had said that she had been training with the queen for just six months, before the truth energy had done its work. Then, after her father had commanded a release, she had said a year and two months. Laura’s mouth had dropped open in shock. Turns out that since Diana had started her classes, she had been recruited by the queen. As a matter of fact, according to Laura's calculations, the queen had created the palace training just because of Diana, to
Was this a joke? It’s a lame one if it was.When I perused Daniel’s face however, he wasn’t laughing because he had made a joke, he was laughing because he thought it funny that I was lost for words in the face of his comment. He was serious. What the hell?! What in god's name was this anomaly? Was there no first aid kit in the Queen’s house? Was there no healer there? Even if there wasn’t, couldn’t the Queen have tended to the wounds since Adam was a guest of the palace?I released a string of curses then, ignoring the comical expression on Daniel’s face. Who had brought the stupid idea of bringing the hooligan to my house?I ruffled my hair angrily, disregarding my significant other’s exasperation with me for letting my emotions out in the open. ‘Must you act like you are actually shocked? This Lycan isn’t stupid. He would read you off like a book, or rather he has read you up already. No way would you be escaping his clutches now.’ She might be right, but this was no time to
Raul didn't smile at my figurative expression. He looked in the direction of Daniel rather—the manager had taken the Lycan to one side to discuss with him. I'm sure the manager was having the time of his life. "You should have told me…" Raul spoke, retuning his attention to me. "I would have bought you something, maybe taken you to the eatery just a few miles away from the store." All to prevent Daniel from walking with me? That was a little too late, because the anticipation of having Laura's food on an empty stomach was more tempting that going out on a date with Raul. 'It isn't a date. He just wants to buy you food.' Whatever. "I can still take you now…." Really? Nah. Sorry dude, try again the next time. "That's won't be necessary. I will be walking her home now. Her request was granted." Daniel said, interrupting us, giving the expert no I wanted to give Raul. "Are you ready to leave?" Daniel asked me, done with Raul. "I just need to get my bag." I mused, and left the bo
“Are you getting off on this? Are you a fan of bdsm? Do the hits and scorn give you the thrill you seek for?" Daniel's shock has given way to dry humor. He was annoyed. Well, I would be if the roles were reversed. Why the hell had I slapped him? Though it was called for—he had bullied me because he was just bored; he had made my life miserable because he was just bored—he didn't deserve it because he wouldn't know the exact reason why I had slapped him. He had a worser reason than Adam though. I wondered what Noah's would be. Maybe he was the one getting off the abuse? To Daniel's stupid yet deserved question, I shook my head. "Did you hit Adam when both of you had gotten cozy a week ago? See, I have thought about it, and for Adam to kiss you, to get into your space, it would mean that you had let him, that you had let him touch you. Am I wrong?" I gave no response, other than scrunching my face in disgust. Daniel didn't buy the fake expression this time around. "So, h
Daniel literally flinched at the vehemence in my voice. He didn’t see it coming. He flinched and withdrew his hand from my arm as if the entirety of my hand was hot fire. “I’m sorry. I just got over excited.” He said after a beat of silence had gone by, surprising me for the second time today. “I will help you arrange the boxes. We can talk as we do that, right?” I said nothing, instead I watched, stupefied, as he opened one of the cartons—he didn’t wait for a reply from me—and brought out a product. “Where should this go?” A good question that will retrieve an answer from me, because there was no way I would allow him to give me double work by not shelving properly. “Put it under that area. Others like it go on the same row. You know what I mean?” Daniel released a nervous laugh. “I might not be like Raul who serves the commoner, but I’m not dumb.” Thank the gods for that. I retraced my footsteps back to the carton I had been working on, choosing to be civil for the sake of m
Daniel balled his fists in anger at the question thrown to him by Raul. He darted glances between I and Raul as if we were both joining hands to attack him. Gabriella left his side, as if she was afraid that he might get insane, and walked to my side. Daniel, noticing this, gritted his teeth, before freeing his hands. “Good boy. Good that you noticed that this is not your living room, or your pack, or the school where students lived for drama. Now what do you want?” Raul asked, causing my eyes to widen in surprise. Was the boy courting death? I wondered, folding my arms across my chest. As much as I believe Raul’s words, I liked the drama. Gabriella mirrored my actions. We watched as Daniel opened his mouth, and then shut it. I wasn’t sure if it was because of nerves seeing that Raul had displaced him before he even started, or because whatever he wanted to say was embarrassing. Looking at him now, it was hard to believe that he was the same Daniel with the most running mouth amo
“Dora, do you think we will be done with this today?” Levina asked me as we slotted goods into their specific positions on a shelf. True to her word she had turned in her application to the store owner, who had hired her on the spot. But why not? Mr Lethon was a popular figure, and also a good person. I still remembered his last words to me the last time I had been in his office. He was good just like Peter. Peter had dropped me here before heading back home with Laura and a wide eyed Diana. My little sister had heard the news of my loss of control. It amazed her, rather than terrified her. But then, Diana was Diana, rarely terrified. “Yes, I believe we will. Gabriella mentioned that she will be here to help us after her work with Raul.” Levina snorted. “Raul can easily do that by himself. He should just release Gabriella to us. He knows that we need her more than he does.” Yes, he probably does. I thought, picking up another item and shelving it correctly. Incorrect shelving m
Can't I have a moment of rest in my little life? I mused, watching Adam and his brothers watch me. Skepticism shrouded their eyes thickly. But would my unpredictability stop them from disturbing my already chaotic life? I don't think so. I sighed wearily. There must be some other way to get them off my back. Unless I might really have a fit here. I was already fed up with the up and downs of this week.First, it was the bullying episode on my first day. On my second day, I had gotten involved with another bullying episode in my workplace. My fourth and fifth days were uneventful-thank god. That's apart from the meeting with the Queen. But today was the worst of all.Today, I lost control over my magic powers, and burnt more than four classrooms. I just escaped from Raul and his enthralling eyes and love. I just escaped from expulsion from a school I have barely spent a week in. I just landed my ass into the Queen's trap. And now, just when I had tried inhaling deeply to calm myself,
"She must be expelled from our school! Did you see the amount of damage she had done in the school? She hasn't even been in the school for a week, and already she is courting trouble left, right and center. What's next on her agenda?!" Maybe burn your nose. I thought meekly, staring at the woman who hadn't stopped hissing and clamoring for my expulsion since I had stepped into the boardroom that was big enough to house more than a hundred students. So, this was the worst that could happen? Expulsion from school? It didn't hit hard as I thought it would, but I didn't want to be expelled though. I wanted to finish high school. I already dropped out in the pack, I can't drop out here again. I wasn't sure when Laura and Peter had been called, but the two had been around when I had stepped into the room. Laura had immediately left her seat, and had started fussing over me, asking if I was okay, and all that. She had found it confusing that I had not a smell of smoke on my body. I hadn'
I can't believe myself. I can't believe what I had done, when I had opened my eyes and saw the classroom free of smoke, free from the flames I had conjured mere minutes ago. I had jumped on Raul. It was supposed to be a thank you hug, you know, coming from a place of excitement, of happiness that I had finally mastered how to control my magic to some extent, but the hug ended up being the ones couple shared after being apart for probably a year. I had hugged him quite alright, but my legs had moved, of their accord. They had jumped and plastered themselves around his waist. They were still there. Around his waist. My mind was in shambles, especially since Raul had managed to catch me with all precision, still held me now, and showed no signs of letting go. Don't I weigh anything? I retrieved my head from the crook of his neck which scented of masculinity. This contact needed to end now. "Ehmm.." I muttered now, looking into his face, which although wasn't red as mine, showed the