The forest was still as the same as Emma remembered it. Full and interesting; glamorous even. Although she noticed that her senses were more heightened and attuned to the forest than the last time she had been here.
She could hear the branches creaking, as her feet shuffled through the detritus. She could hear the squirrels chattering, the birds singing, insects humming and churring, the rustle of animals rooting in underbrush, the scrabbling of lizards on tree bark. She could also hear the leaves rustling, the wind whistling around trunks and disturbing the leaves.
She didn't know why she could hear these sounds more distinctively; but whatever it was, she liked it.
She felt safe to be among tree trunks. The forest was like a safe haven, a place to rest. Fewer thoughts come to her mind, and the hustle and bustle in her head quietened down. It became easy to enjoy even the little things and distinguish between what
Emma stood up straight, dusting off her hands on each other from the black and brown spotches of dirt and soil on them, as she realized that Margo was standing before her, although looking a bit apprehensive. Taking a side look at Clem, she noticed that the blonde had stood up straight too, taking a protective stance as he watched them with keen eyes."What are you doing here? How did you find this place?" She heard Margo asked, and sighed. She didn't know which question to answer first. But before she could pick out one to reply, Clem already beat her to it."We were searching for her phone, when we stumbled into the area...witch..." He said, thickening his accent as he pronounced the 'witch word'."Clem...how did you know she is a witch? Do you know her before?" Emma asked, stepping closer to them."No, I don't...Well...I just guessed." He replied. He had just mentioned it out of spite, forgetting
Derek unfolded his arms from his chest and stood up straight from his reclining position on the wall, and stalked over to Maya."How long are we still going to wait?" He asked, as he got closer to her."We've been waiting for more than three hours already." He added, scrunching his face in the process.After they had eaten the food which Aunt Jan had given them, they had as prepositioned, went to Curtis room, but the sly dude had hung them up, mentioning a meeting which he was supposed to attend to in the council room. He had told them that it wouldn't take long, and that they should wait for him, till he got back.He had obliged, not wanting to set up any trouble by mind linking his friend and pack warrior, Leo. He resolved to wait, and follow the procedure laid out by his cousin. This was the guy's pack, not his. He would have to follow his orders.But he had been waiting with
The training grounds were filled with pack warriors from both the Black Moon's Pack and the Wind Winder's Pack. Some non-warriors were seen too, at the borders of the grounds, watching or rather admiring the bodily appearances of the shirtless guys who were training and working out with so much vigour.Derek could sight his pack members from where he was, as he walked side by side with his cousin. Majority of them clung to themselves as a group on one side of the training ground, talking and working out. A few were mixed with the warriors of his cousin's pack. His eyes searched out his friend, and the chief of his pack warriors, Leo. The latter was between two girls, as if settling a dispute between them.He halted in his movement, and tuned in on them, maximizing his gift of sharp hearing, and discovered that the two girls had been quarreling over his friend. He found it funny, already smiling unconsciously, until Maya stomped her lef
Maya knew the moment Derek's pleasant mood shifted, she knew by the tightening of his grip on her hand which felt so small in his, the moment his anger started rising up like a lava moving up a mountain to invoke a volcanic eruption. She knew that he had recognized the girl standing some meters in front of him. She also knew that the recognition didn't stem from the memories of their childhood, when their packs had been together and was peaceful. The memories of a lot of plays and communion. No , she knew that the recognition had stemmed from the tales she had told him when she had come to his pack again. Tales of her teenage life as she battled with guilt of betraying them. Tales of the rumours that she had seemed to be always in the middle of. Tales she had told as a means of bargain to get his trust back.She knew he had recognized the intruder as the girl whom had tainted her name, the girl whom she had feared would have her mate around her fingers, th
Leo sighed as he heard the sarcastic note underneath his soon-to-be Alpha's voice. He knew that the latter still believed that his cousin was his mate, and that Zoe, his girlfriend was a spoil show. But he wasn't sure if his friend was right or wrong.Some years ago he had come up to the Wind Winders Pack while trying to escape from his own pack, after commiting an offence which he hadn't think he would be forgiven for. And he had met Zoe. They had met in the dark forest surrounding her pack at night. Then, she had mentioned that she had come to meditate. Of course when she had asked him where he was coming from, already knowing that he had been a rogue, he had told her the story that every rogue told, as if they have been drilled up to say the same by an unseen sergeant. He had told her that his pack had been attacked, some had been killed, some had been taken hostage, but he had escaped, and was now a rogue.She had believed him, and
The training grounds of the Winders Pack was still cluttered with some people, members and non members, who had been looking, and eavesdropping on the conversation going on between the two couples at the centre of the field. Maya contemplated whether she should send them off through a command through their common pack link, well her own pack members, even as she had finally let out floodgates of laughter which had been threatening to spill for a while now. Zoe's last statement had served as the trigger, to the outburst she could no longer hold in. At that moment, she had thought her old friend very dumb. What was that statement about waiting for the moon goddess to pair two grown-ups who were dating, knowing fully well of the lack of the mate bond between them? She didn't think she had heard anything more stupid. Waiter. She mused, still laughing.  
Staring at the two family members who returned her gaze with amused faces, Zoe decided that she would pay them back soon. She always had the last laugh. She just has to be patient and calculative, just like the other times. They would pay. She swore vehemently. "Are you done laughing?" She finally asked them with a faux smile, when their laughter abated; not wanting them to bask in the thrill that their sudden laughter had irked her no small deal. "We could continue if you want." Derek replied, determined to humiliate the girl who had dared to taint his cousin's reputation. "I don't see why you should. There's no clown here." She stated, folding her arms across her chest, ignoring the voice in her head that was actually telling her to stop confronting the handsome Alpha's son, and walk away. No. She never run from a battle like this one. "Well, that's because you're the clown... baby gi
Sia, Maya's wolf, howled in victory, possibly doing a joyous dance of victory in Maya's head as they both watched as Leo turned against Zoe."Yess.." Sia said, laughing tangibly. "It seems the effects of the witch's potion is wearing off.""Probably." Maya agreed, not wanting to spike up a hope that might soon be drenched out. She didn't want to rejoice yet until he could recognize her as his mate; until her scent could be able to drive him crazy with want, like his did her. But then, she couldn't deny the fact that she was glad, so so glad, that she had almost brought out her tongue to mock Zoe. The latter still looked shocked though.Well, she had been too. She hadn't been expecting him to hold back Zoe's hand. She had only thought that Derek would intercept it before it got to her."But our mate came to our aid." Sia opined on a joyful note. Maya thought that her wolf version was just too happy an
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