A Greek god. That was the first thing that Freya could think of when she saw her mother crying in the arms of the man who she knew was her father, when she saw her sister, Lucille, a mere feet away from them, waiting to be included. Her father was a Greek god. She ignored Aiden’s gruff of jealousy in her mind, and admired the man that was her father. He was tall, very tall. Standing at more than about 6'3". His body was strong and athletic, like he could easily run fast or lift heavy things. His skin was a warm, golden tan, as if he spends a lot of time in the sun, as if he wasn’t as they that spent the daytime underground.His face was perfectly shaped, with high cheekbones and a strong, square jawline. He had thick, dark eyebrows that give him a look of determination, and his nose was straight and perfectly proportioned.His hair was long, dark and wavy, falling past his shoulders, like a prince in a fairytale. From his gait, Freya could tell that when her father moves, it's wit
Amelia has remained as a statue since Prescott successfully created a mind path with her, and had transferred all the information that Emma had tasked him to communicate to her, including the betrayal of Derek, and her exile from the pack. She still didn’t move when Prescott, through the mind path he had branched out for the three of them, asked her: ‘Are you okay?’ Emma soughed rather, understanding that her sister was still wrecked by shock and unbelief. They should give her some time. She proposed to Prescott, and then stood up with him in her arms and strolled to the sofa she had decamped from earlier when Prescott had teleported into the room. “You know, you never told me why you were late coming here. Was Casper’s burial in the community approved?” Prescott nodded. “It was approved. Although, some elders hadn’t been in support of it. But what to do? The Queen had the final say. I had remained at the grave site since then, to see if some would be stupid enough to disobey th
“So I can hold you both by your words that Prescott can protect my daughter for tonight, till when we get to her tomorrow?” Nathan Makonel asked Julius and Aiden, believing that their words would mean more to him, seeing that they were of his kind, and had better measurements for the power of the squirrel whose descriptions seemed familiar for some reason. After his reconciliation with his family, who were seated right beside him, Nathan had listened again as the people surrounding the large table in the room had told their stories regarding what had happened over the period when his daughter, Emma, had made an appearance in the pack. It was like her coming had kickstarted events that had already been pre ordered by fate, seeing the mates of the twins, Aiden and Julius, and of course his very good friend, Kane. Even though he pretended to be racked with unbelief and annoyance at the god’s matching his friend with his daughter, he knew there was no other person that he would have wa
Emma and Amelia’s attention drifted to the area that Prescott pointed to, their eyes widening when they saw a sheet of paper that seemed to have been folded and stashed within a crack in the wooden walls. It was almost non-existent that Emma wondered how Prescott had seen it, had noticed it and had called it out. She had cleaned the cabin after all, from top to bottom, and she hadn’t seen the crack. “What do you think it is?” She heard Amelia ask, and shrugged her shoulders. No other way to find out than to actually check it out. She stood up from the sofa and walked to the wooden wall with little cracks on it.Heaving in a deep breath, she pulled the paper by the tail, hoping that it actually meant something and not some second-thought attempt to close a crack in the wall. But even as she rolled the paper out of its rumpled statement, she knew that it meant something. Could her mother have left her a message?Beside her was Amelia who still had Prescott in her arms. ‘If you see th
Silence descended in the hall as Sheila's question hung in the air. The people surrounding the table, which had moments ago been caught up in Nathan’s mild accusation against Jan, now turned their attention to the subject of Eva.During the reunion of Nathan, and his family, Shane had been the first to notice Yodah carrying an unconscious Eva in his arms. His gasp of alarm had attracted the others, and cut short the reunion, at least until Yodah had vaguely told what had happened, and until they had confined her to bed rest, this time borne out of magic.It was clear to everyone present that something was terribly wrong with the little girl.Yodah broke the silence first. "Eva was not herself," He began, his voice steady but filled with concern. "Yes, she had attacked first, just like she had attacked Esther, but it was not her doing. As I mentioned earlier, Eva is currently possessed. I’m not sure by what, but Prescott had been the one to actually knock her unconscious before disa
Emma found the white chalk underneath the sofa that she and Amelia had been sitting on earlier, and she wondered if it was a coincidence-If her mother had calculated that she would sit on this chair. Emma sighed for her lame assumptions, and brought the white chalk to Prescott who was still on the floor, by the paper, muttering words that Emma couldn’t understand. “Here.” Prescott looked up then, and not stopping his incantations, collected the chalk from Emma and drew a circle on the bare wooden floor, with a question mark in the middle. Then, he dropped the paper inside the circle. His chanting became louder after that. Emma took a step back, and knocked shoulders with Amelia who was watching Prescott with fascination. “I really should have followed you to England…” Amelia muttered, with a pout. Emma laughed, though subdued, so as not to disturb Prescott. “You can still come. After all, your roommate is back there.” Amelia shrugged her shoulders. “You know when I had seen
"The ritual we must perform to cleanse Eva of the demon's possession is ancient and powerful," Nathan began, his voice carrying the weight of centuries-old wisdom. "It is a rite passed down through generations, designed to purge even the darkest of forces."Peter, sitting across from Nathan, leaned in, his eyes reflecting a mix of hope and fear. The others remained silent, hanging on Nathan's every word."First, we will need to form a protective circle around Eva," Nathan explained, gesturing to the empty space void of furniture; as if to say that the space could be used. "Salt, iron, and holy water must be placed at the cardinal points to create a barrier that the demon cannot cross. Each of us will hold a lit candle, symbolizing the light that will drive out the darkness."He paused now, taking on a deep breath, as if his next words were quite heavy. “I’m not with the book needed for this, but I think I still have the incantation in my head. Ah, I would have brought our healer, if
“Who is Annabel?” Amelia asked after Emma had dropped the phone with a relieved sigh. “That hadn’t been part of the information you had instructed Prescott to pass to me after he had created the mind path between us.” “That is because I don’t have the information. Whoever Annabel is, she didn’t come up during my stay at the pack, or during my stay with Emma. And if you don’t know her too, then she isn’t a childhood friend. She must be new.” Precott folded his arms across his chest, as he began to ruminate on how Annabel had fallen into the equation. Emma decided to save them both from the time that might be wasted, after all Annabel would soon send the address. And if Amelia’s master was as dogged as her sister had made him out to be, then there was a possibility that he was already on his way here. They needed to be out of here as soon as possible. “I met her on the airplane. She is a new person, my newest friend.” The furrow that appeared on the forehead of both her sister and P