Kane gritted his teeth for the umpteenth time that night, as he tried for the hundredth time to break through the shield, but all to no avail. He thought of going through the window but he thought better of it. If the lady had locked up this part of the room, then the window would be under the same fate. He sighed, thumping his hand on the door consistently, not knowing what tactic to employ again. His senses were rather clouded by his lifemate’s scent and heartbeat which were quite overwhelming. He knew for sure that she was the one, but how would he get to her? She was with a witch!How had they gotten together? He thought, resting his back on the door. Then with a startling realization, he jerked away from the door. Tsk! How had he forgotten? Freya was a high class mage too! She must be stronger than this witch, for the latter had been practicing and had been confirmed by many as a very powerful mage from a powerful lineage. Even though, her identity and lineage was being questi
“Wow…” It was Dobah who spoke first, out of the five. His voice was tainted with surprise, then disbelief, as he was still processing the volume of information he had just heard. If the details of his brother's story were right, of which he knew they were, then it was possible that the woman might be the mother of Freya, precisely the mother of triplets. They needed to get her.“We need to get to them before they move again. Most likely, the woman might be Lucille’s mother, most likely your mother too.” Dobah mentioned, giving voice to his thoughts, as he looked at Freya who was still lost in thoughts.“Freya…” Yodah called to Freya, tapping her on the knee. “You seem out of it which is still understandable but I think that whatever assumptions you are making now could wait till tomorrow when we see them. It's not advisable to get our hopes up. Probably, the woman could just be an ordinary traveler, or your mother. Coincidence still exists. The truth will show forth tomorrow. For now
“Grandma, are you okay?” Lily inquired, noticing the flash of sadness that had crossed Zipfarah’s face. Since her grandmother's strange illness and more stranger, but welcomed healing, she had noticed that the woman’s gentle and calm face was sometimes preyed by flashes of longing and sometimes sadness. What could she be thinking about? Lily wondered, whilst waiting for a reply which she knew would be anything but the truth.“Of course dear. I am fine. Just tired.” Zipfarha replied, putting on a faux smile, a no surprise to Lily who just nodded, before resting her head on Damon’s shoulder. “I miss Prescott though. You should have sent me with them.” She cited, sighing tiredly at the end. Leila scoffed, not believing that her twin was really serious about leaving her here alone with her two brothers to travel out of the vicinity with Emma. Why? Had they been that close? But they had only known each other for less than a week!“So, are we going to let them be alone? Are you sending one
A knock sounded on Derek’s door, and he turned over on his bed, his eyebrows furrowed as he gazed upon his door. Who could be knocking by this time? It was already midnight. Whosoever it was, was lucky that he hadn’t slept yet.“Who is that?” He asked, getting up the bed, preparing to move toward the door and open it up when his mother’s voice resounded through the door. What could his mother want by this time? He thought, unlocking the door. Was she here to console him, or talk about his father? Was everything alright with his old man? Did the seizures start again? Apprehension was already clouding his features when Melvina opened the door and beheld it.“What is the matter, Derek? Are you okay? Is the beast disturbing you?” Melvina questioned citing her son’s expression, even as her eyes trailed down to the necklace which was still firmly hung around his neck. Sadly, as much as it reminded her of the beast which laid subdued in her son’s body, it also reminded her of Emma, the girl
Claire tossed restlessly on her bed, her mind consumed with a lot of thoughts, her wolf in the same turmoil with her. She kept on wondering if rejecting her mate and waiting for Derek to recognise her was worth it. Her wolf thought that she was foolish for doing so, for rejecting her mate and waiting on someone else, and she was beginning to think so too. But her mother.. “Quit worrying about your mother and think for yourself. What do you want? Is your life pledged to your mother? The moon goddess has given me to you to serve you, not become your mother’s play toy. What do you want? Try removing your mother out of the equation.” Her wolf cited, grovelling in uncomfortability. The latter had become so cranky since Emma had thrown her right across the pack hall without blinking, without mercy. Claire still wondered how Emma had managed to do it. It was clear that the latter wasn’t a plain human. Something was at play. She had also overheard what had been going on whenever her twi
Claire mused,bringing up her knees such that her jaw rested on them, whilst she thought on how to outbest Emma. The more she thought about it, the more she was aggrieved. Was there no way to get rid of the latter for good? She thought, exhaling hotly. Well, the best strategy in her mind now was to keep Derek from going to her. And what better way than to create a love potion. That was one fall of werewolves. Magic works on them, just as it could work on vampires, and that was why witches were hard to accept. Their magic could be disastrous. Well, this time she would use it in her favour. She had come across the love potion in one of the books that she had stolen from the pack’s archives, during the first time of the shadow warriors attack. In uncertainty, the readers had opened the archive, looking for answers on what the creature was, and that had been when she had snuck into there, clothed with her magic such that they couldn’t see her, something that she hadn't learnt from anyw
Curtis let out a deep breath as he climbed down from the high window which he had climbed earlier in order to see his mate, Claire, or rather instinctively watch her invisibility form move into her house. When he thought that he had seen enough bizarre things relating to Derek’s mate, his own turned out to have magic. Oh wow, what a twist. He thought, sliding down to the floor, the sleep totally gone from his eyes. He had been dozing off, when the scent had first wheeled past his nose. He had tried to ignore it thinking that perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him in his subconscious state, but the scent had stayed, and he had no choice but to get up and know what was really happening. When he opened his eyes and sat up on his bed, he had counted from one to twenty, and had counted his fingers, to be sure that he wasn’t still dreaming. The scent had stayed, and the time was just two a.m. What could she be doing outside at this moment. He had thought, getting out of the bed. He
Time - 6:15 amKane woke up before the rest, having set an inner alarm to be awake at a certain time around sixa.m. Dusting himself off the rich soil he had slept in last night, he mentally imagined himself clean and clothed, humming in approval when he felt the comfortability of the green cotton polo and denim jeans. He had chosen well. He thought, strolling out of the room to wake up the others. This was the day he claimed his life mate. He first woke up Julius and Yodah, strongly ensuing a command, more like a compulsion to awake them. Yodah grumbled, obviously unhappy that his sleep had been tampered with. “Uncle, you couldn't wait an hour more? I don’t think the hotel would…”But Kane was having none of it. He waved his nephew off, whilst stretching his hand toward him. “Get up. You should know how this is important to me. I don’t find this lackadaisical attitude of yours entertaining.” Yodah shrugged, his head bent low after he had taken Kane’s hand and gotten out of the grav
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