Oooohhh, who is this? Can you make the guess?
Esther's house was just a normal bungalow, like Emma's. Melvina thought, as she stepped out from the car with the others. It was even of the same color; white. "Lead the way." She told the witch girl, who just glanced at her for a few seconds before turning away and walking up the steps that led to the front porch. She watched keenly as the girl took out a key from her trousers' back pockets, and slide it into the keyhole. She was already taking steps forward with her two sons towards the porch, when all of a sudden, the girl was pushed through the air with so great a force, that she landed way behind them on her butt, groaning and grunting in pain. Immediately, she ran towards her, bending on her knee and checking her out, aware that her sons were now at alert. What has caused that? "Are you okay? Esther…" She called, while checking to see if there was a major injury on the girl's body. She seemed fine, except that she was groaning in pains, whilst holding her hand and waist at
Melvina noticed that the sitting room, and the other rooms in the house were in disarray just like Esther had said; just like her friend's house had been when she had gone to check on her. The perpetrators of the act had been searching for something.What could be that? She thought, as she ran her eyes over the relics in the sitting room for the umpteenth time, for any sign or clue that might lead them on, or show them who the culprits were.So far, they hadn't found anything. Not even a piece of note, like she had seen in her friend's place, or a threatening piece like the dead meat Anthony had found in Emma's refrigerator. Nothing. Nothing at all.Or had the witch girl hidden some kind of clue since she had canvassed the scene before them?"Esther…" She called."Yes ma'am." Esther replied, dropping the vase on the oval table in the sitting room for the second time.The first time had been when she had come in from school and had met the house in its unkempt form. The vase with intri
Emma signed for the hundredth time as she tidied up herself in the store room of the café.Her shift was over, and Derek and the 'search party' hadn't come back.She wondered if they already found Margo and was interrogating her in the pack house.She doubted the thought immediately it had sprung up.If they had found her, Derek would have checked on her, even though he had left her under the care of Clem and Shane.At the moment, she knew that they were waiting for her outside the door.Sighing again, she picked up her back pack and Maya's from the floor and walked towards the entrance.But before she could turn the knob to open the door, she felt a presence behind her, a cold presence.Before swiveling around at a great speed to see the person, she already knew who it was. Zipfarah. For some reason, she had known that it was the woman rumoured to be one of the good people."Zipfarah…" She called, almost running up to hug the shiny woman out of relief and happiness, but holding herse
After the witch had disappeared, Emma dropped back on the door, a bit flushed and confused. No matter how she tried to overlook it, she couldn't shake off the fact that something was not right with the meeting with Zipfarah. The latter seemed a bit off, even if she still had that glow and calm composure around her. And she had been in a hurry too.Perhaps the stilling time act had zapped her of energy. She thought, jerking away from the door quickly when she heard a sharp knock on the door."Emma, are you there? I'm coming inside at the count of…." Shane was saying, when she rolled her eyes and cut him off."I'm here, rat cheek. I will soon be out." She said, smiling as she heard him curse and whine over the rat cheek jab. She could even hear Clem chuckling.Picking up the bags which had dropped on the floor during her conversation with the witch, she turned around and opened the door."What took you so long? Were you giving birth or what?" Clem asked her, still amused over her jab at
Emma swallowed her spittle as she heard the girl's so confident statement. The little girl could make her go with her, through any means possible. She didn't want to test that, already having a feeling that she wouldn't like it in the long run.She looked at her both sides, the right first, then to the left, to the extent where Clem and Shane laid in heaps.They were balled in a fetal position.Had the girl given them a dose of invisible sleeping pills?From her point, they looked so deep in sleep, so peaceful, without a care in the world.They couldn't help her.Shifting her gaze to the little girl, who seemed to have followed the train of her eyes to her two friends; she asked:"Would they be okay?""Yeah, they will be. You don't have to worry about them." The girl replied."Let's be going." She said, stretching her right hand to Emma, obviously expecting the latter to hold it, while her eyes dared that if she shrunk away from it, she would be plagued by its consequences.Emma, know
Derek breathed in and out to instill calm inside him as he looked at the door that had been hidden behind the wardrobe. He knew he would be going inside the secret place to feed his curiosity. Nothing would stop him from that. He was a bit edgy about it though. Trapdoors and secret places weren't really his favourite places. Taking in a deep breath again, he took steps forward until he got to the door. He tried twisting the knob to open it up, but the metallic orb was stiff, not yielding at all. He tried again, but still got the same result. He almost gave up, until his eyes caught sight of an opening by top of the door as they ran all over the wooden height. What is that? He thought, trying to fix his hand into the opening shaped like a hexagon. A lock! He exclaimed in his mind, them sighed as his elation disappeared at what the answer entailed. The door needed its lock. But where would he find the lock? Ordinarily the Margo would the carrying the lock with her, since it wa
Clem woke first. He stirred, while allowing his eyes and mind to recall his surroundings.He jerked up immediately, sitting up instantly, not minding the sharp pain that assailed his hips and hands, as he took an inventory of his memories.He remembered that he had been flung away so weightlessly by the wind; some kind of controlled wind rather.Where had the force that had thrown him away come from?Who had wielded it?He turned around him sharply as he remembered the redhead, his friend's mate, and their soon to be Luna.He should be protecting her.But his eyes didn't locate her anywhere, rather it stayed on another heap by the other side of the road.Shane.Shane! He called through their mind link, getting up frantically, a bit scared, a bit worried.He hasn't seen the redhead yet.He rushed to Shane, bending down and holding him by the arm as the latter tried to sit up erect, wincing in pain as a sharp pain shot through his thighs. He was feeling disoriented, and a bit sick."Wh
They were sitting on the sofas in the sitting room; Melvina, Anthony and Esther. Esther's head was buried in her palms. After they had managed to translate and interpret the strange writing on the piece of paper, it was like their energy had left them. They seemed tired. Melvina was confused, even as she drew her head back on the sofa, reclining deeply into the lush furniture. The same people that had taken her friend, the same people that had kept the dead animal in the redhead's refrigerator, were the same people that had taken Margo. She had thought that Margo was an enemy, when rather, the latter had been protecting Emma in her own way. Esther had told them about her aunt's travels and secret movements. She had told them about her resilience in protecting the human. And in return she had told the girl about the threats the human had received, in paper and in deeds. Who were these people? She was already suspecting that Leonarya was behind it. That queen was never up to no g
Emma’s eyes were as active as anything active as she watched the elders slowly walk into the hall reserved for judging cases, like Annabel’s. As she watched them, her feet kept dancing on the floor in a funny unsteady motion; she was unsteady. One, one. Then two, two. Then one two. Once, Amelia had looked at her, with a piqued eyebrow. ‘What is that?’ Her eyes seemed to ask, but Emma had given no answer. What is it? It should be what are they?! When they were hurrying over to the hall, after convincing the guards that they would be around for the trial too, her sister had whispered that the cabin, her parent’s cabin, had been burnt by the master, Slediv. It had brought Emma up short, making her stagger on her feet for two reasons. That Slediv had really traced them, even without her then, and that the cabin was burnt; the loss it meant for her parents. Would they regret helping her then? Prescott didn’t think so. But Emma was still worried about it, just like her mind had tried
One week later:Emma had run to the clinic, immediately Adah had burst into her apartment with the news that Annabel and Amelia were awake. Over the couple of days in class, they had bonded over gossip, and training, seeing as the latter was the only one that had been sincerely interested in her. Emma had run with Prescott in her hands, and Adah right behind her. And when she arrived at the room she had frequented daily with prayers, and saw her sister and her friend chatting tiredly, she let out a scream of happiness and hurried over to them. “Amelia! Annabel!” She called gaily, garnering the attention of the two females sitting cross-legged on the same bed. Before they could let out a shout or smile of their own, Emma’s hands were already around them. “Oh my goodness, I am so happy for both of you…” she paused. “but give me a heartache again, and I will skin you both alive..” Annabel and Amelia divulged bouts of laughter, with the nurses. Prescott and Adah weren’t left behind,
Caden sighed in relief at his mate’s words, wanting to believe at all costs that the years he had spent with her, that the love they had shared, hadn’t been in vain. He didn’t know what he would have done otherwise. Cry, brood? Neither was acceptable in these times. And so, he wasn’t moved when his son piqued an eyebrow at his mate’s words, or when his daughter’s lips turned up—in disgust or curiosity, he wasn’t sure. But he didn’t care. He just hung on to the thread that his mate was spinning with. “I didn’t cheat on my mate, I’m sure he would have found out if I had done so, considering the mate bond and all that…” There was a pause, where relief sunk its foothold the more in Caden and his children. “So, if that’s what you are thinking, Caden… if that’s what you all are thinking, cut it out. I was surprised too when Claire had met me with the news at first, and I didn’t tell you, Caden, because I wasn’t sure how to explain the phenomena to you. I knew you held the lineage of you
Chyra didn’t know what Clem was talking about—the end of the world, and all that—but she knew that she was to blame for Claire rejecting her mate considering what she had soaked into her daughter’s mind about the alpha’s family, about how the Luna seat was her birthright. She also knew that she shouldn’t be working with Arnold. But she was too proud to concede to that, to concede to anyone, and so she shrugged her shoulders to Clem’s question. In the next second, she saw why that had been a wrong play on her part. When she saw Clem fume in anger, when she saw Claire glare at her stinkingly, when she saw her mate watch her like she was foolish, she knew that she had made a mistake. It would have been best if she had kept quiet, than giving off that nonchalant attitude. But her pride held her back from apologizing. Why should she apologize for being a mother caring to give her daughter the best? “Mother, are you so daft that…” Clem was saying when his father shouted him down. Caden
At this point, Clem didn’t know what to think about his sister, Claire. He had thought that their parents had been her motivator to reject Curtis, to follow Curtis up and down, to join the meetings that prince Nathan held with the others, but from the thick astounded silence that dwelled in the room, it could be safe to say that his sister had been acting on her own, without any external influence. He didn’t know what to think of that. He looked at his mother; she looked more shocked out of her shoes and mind than his father, quite expected since the mother and daughter duo were quite close, since his sister had no mind of hers, except put into place by his mother. As much as he was not happy with his twin, he was happy that for once his mother had no part to play in her recent escapades. “What do you mean…Claire?” Caden asked, pushing himself ahead, his elbow resting on his knees. “What do you mean when you say that Curtis is your mate? When did that happen? When did you find out?
What Claire saw first when she stepped into her father’s room was her parents sitting in the living room, with Clem, their backs hunched, the air filled with pregnant silence, waiting. They were waiting for her. She knew it from the moment she had dropped a note in Clem’s mind that she was on her way home. That he hadn’t bothered with a response, should have been enough to let her know that her twin was still angry with her. But she had held out hope, until she had reached the borders of the pack and he hadn’t been waiting for her. This was very different from the times they had quarrels. She knew, however, that this quarrel was different. She had denied her mate, because of the throne; had gone ahead to push Emma away from the pack; and when Derek still hadn’t chosen her, she had returned to Curtis because he was an Alpha. Would she have returned to him if he wasn’t that? She didn’t know. That was the truth. She didn’t know. She might have gone back to Curtis, even if he wasn’t a
At Wind Winders Pack.“Dad, what is this? What was Zoe doing in my room so early in the morning?” Curtis questioned, a second after he rushed into the dining room where his parents were having breakfast. He had slept in obviously, but he didn’t care. Yesterday’s training had been rigorous after all. He darted his eyes between his mother and father; his mother’s widened eyes told him that she had no idea what he was talking about; quite expected since this turn of event hadn’t been part of their plans. Hence, he trained his eyes on his father; the old man just continued eating his breakfast like he hadn’t spoken. Curtis thought of repeating himself, but thought better of it. He walked up to his father, and took away his plate of food; an act that he wouldn’t have been able to try before; an act that might have spelt his death; but considering his father’s few options of allies, he knew that he had a chance to live. And so, when his father glared at him heatedly, he didn’t quake in hi
“Hey…how are you feeling?” Emma whispered, touching Prescott’s head softly, as she watched him open his eyes for the second time. The first time, she had screamed and had called for the nurse in charge of his treatment, not minding that Adah was with her. Nothing could have dampened her joy. She had just checked on Annabel and Amelia, who although their vitals were stable, was still asleep, yet out of coma. According to the chief nurse, a week was enough for them to wake up now. Then she had checked on Prescott, and only touching him with fondness had elicited the response of his eyes opening. Emma had been overjoyed. “Prescott, can you hear me?” She asked softly, dragging a seat to herself, whilst Adah watched on, not understanding the communication method of the squirrel and Emma. Like the people in the community, she had never seen a talking animal, or rather an animal that communicates as Emma had painted Prescott to be. Her friend who was in the upper echelons of the community
No professor spoke to her, and Emma couldn’t help but wonder why. Had Prince Shiloh ask them to avoid her? Or had professor Brooks’ defeat scared them away from her? Well, if that was the matter, then she believed it was for the greater good. She had no interest in making affiliations after all, so long as they taught her what she wanted to know, and treated her fairly. “So, do you think you can cope?” She heard Adah ask, and turned aside to see her new seat mate. The mischievous glint in the latter’s eyes made her smile, howbeit small. “I believe I can.” She answered, before getting on her feet. She took her bag which Gira had provided that morning and slung the straps across her shoulder. It was time to go home, or rather check on her friends. Classes were done for the day. “Where are you going?” Adah asked her, getting to her feet. As they walked toward the door, a couple of the students swiftly moved, and stood before the door, causing Emma to furrow her eyebrows. But she chose