Twelve years ago; someplace at Mexico. "Look at me, Uncle Tyler," A little girl called proudly, waving from the top of the high wooden tower she had just climbed. "You're crazy,John." An older man said and shook his head, shading his eyes against the sun as he stared up at the replica of the high platform used for training Navy SEALS recruits. "Lucille could break her neck if she fell." He glanced away toward the fragile woman lying on the chaise lounge, cuddling her newborn son. "What about it, Maryanne? Lucille isn't even five yet, and John has her training for Special Forces," He said. Maryanne smiled absently and looked up at her husband as if asking his opinion. "Lucille's great," John said immediately, reaching to capture his wife's hand and bringing her knuckles to his lips. "She loves this stuff. She was doing it practically before she could walk." Tyler waved to the tiny girl calling to him. "I don't know, John. Maybe Luke is right. She's so small. She takes afte
Lucille's eyes lit up. "Move in with us? How?" She asked. "I could marry your mother and be your father. Not like John, of course, but as your stepfather. I think it would help your mother, and I'd sure like to be here for you and little Mathew. But only if you want me, honey. Otherwise, I won't even talk to Maryanne about it." Lucille smiled at him. "That's why you brought the flowers, isn't it? Do you think she'll really do it? Is there a chance?" She inquired, biting her lips worriedly. "I think I can persuade her. The only time you get a break around here is when I have you on our training course. You're getting to be quite a marksman, too." Tyler replied."Marks person, Uncle Tyler," Lucille corrected with a sudden teasing grin. "And the other night in karate class I kicked Don's butt." The only time she found herself laughing anymore was when Uncle Tyler took her off to the Special Forces training area and they played soldier. Female or not, Lucille was becoming someone
Outskirts of Blue moon's pack,4:30pm..Freya opened her mouth, then shut it as she tried to process the information that the werewolf had just given out.Her mother had captured Emma? She shook her head, not believing it. What was her mother's business with Amelia's sister?Besides her, Yodah was battling with confusion too. Already, he was asking Aiden telepathically for tiny bits of how the Emma was. It seemed the latter wasn't an ordinary human, if the werewolf was in search for her, and believed that Leonarya had taken her.Aiden, ridden with shock too, got himself fast enough to relay telepathically his whole blueprint on his entire dealings with Emma, excluding the night he had compulsed her to want him greatly. He didn't think Freya would want to know that. She would be hurt, even though it hadn't been entirely his fault. He had thought she was the one. He had seen colors with her around, even though limitedly. And now she was missing? Could that be why he had been feeling a
"Show off…" Yodah mused, as he watched Anthony march graciously away from them. He could swear that the guy had intentionally added some more style to his gait, if not why was his behind shaking that way? But he had to admit that the wolf was bigger than the ones his uncles shifted to whenever they wanted to run with other wolves at night.Talking about his uncles, he wondered if they had awoken."You are just jealous that his wolf is more beautiful than the ones you have seen, more beautiful than yours." Freya stated, amused at the note of jealousy dripping from her friend's voice.She had been shocked out of her wits when the handsome guy had suddenly shifted to a large wolf before she could blink her eye. Were they that fast? She thought, remembering the incidence when he had suddenly appeared behind them. He was cool. "Stop admiring him. I could do all that and more." Aiden fussed, unhappy that another male had managed to squeeze out an ounce of attraction and attention from his
Anthony running in his wolf form towards one of the packs surrounding their region was swamped in thoughts. And what else could that be, if not about the duo he had met in the forest some minutes ago. One was like the professor, vampires who could walk under the sun, and the other was half the kind of the latters, and resembled so much like Emma. He didn't believe it was just a look-alike conspiracy. And weirdly, he felt connected to her like he had felt with Emma. What was even wrong with him? He didn't know, and so he couldn't tell. This month especially had been filled with a lot of questioning events that piqued his curiosity cup till it was threatening to overflow its banks. "Time reveals all things." His wolf, Loki, mentioned, but he sighed, knocking the statement off. He was not in the mood for motivational quotes. He needed answers. "Like it or not. I am right." Loki insisted, and he was almost tempted to shift back to his human form, but for the journey which was still g
Derek nodded, in agreement with Maya's statement. He also remembered that Ava, whilst talking to them about the characteristics of the vampires, had mentioned their inability to feel, or even see colors.So, what was Anthony talking about?Once again, he believed that his brother might be wrong this time around.Melvina corked her head to one side, ruminating on the topic. "It can't be…" She muttered, jerking up her head as a sudden realization hit her.At the same time, her gaze met with that of Arnold."No, it is not possible. It was documented that their kind had been annihilated many centuries ago. It can't possibly be them. There were no survivors." Arnold mentioned, shaking his head, having known what his mate was thinking. "How do you know that? They might have just said that to protect the few that might have survived the attack, or how else would you explain the life mate term. It is only specific to them." Melvina pointed out, signing as she took notice of the shades of co
Leonarya balked, unable to handle the reins of her shock when she heard Freya's question. Her mind was shot with a lot of thought missiles, unaware that Aiden was slightly creeping into her thoughts slowly so as not to alarm her of his presence.She didn't suspect the keenness of her daughter's stare on her. Rather, it unnerved her the more.How had Freya found out? Had they met?These two questions kept repeating themselves in her mind like a mantra, and she felt perturbed and on edge. After all, she hadn't recruited the girl yet into her divine plan. Things were getting out of shape. Why had she come back in the first place even?Now that she thought of it, she concluded that her daughter's excuse of wanting to bond was so lame. They haven't had any bonding time since she had returned. If anything, they were divided the more!"Mom, didn't you get my question? Should i rephrase it?" Freya asked, ignoring Yodah's surprised look. He hadn't be expecting her brashness to the whole thing.
Emma paced outside the door of the inner courts, getting impatient by the passing second. At the other side was Prescott; he was seated calmly on a bench, staring at her prancing movements with tired but amused eyes, not understanding she was this jumpy, after all, the Queen had sent for them quite alright. Also, he was sure that the boy, whoever he was that had her tied in knots, would be having his party by late evening. He had mentioned this to her on more than one occasion, but his words had fallen on deaf eyes ever since she had woken from her slumber. Was she in love with the boy that much?Emma glared at Pintel, Zipfarah's main guard for the umpteenth time. But the elf was unbothered, unfazed by her glares which had been coming hot and fast for some time now. She was tempted to zoom past him as before, but for the fact that she didn't want to upset the queen who had escaped a major attack of poisoning. From what she had heard from Prescott and the twin girls, the poison was it