Derek smiled as he saw that his Aunt was pleased with his gift, even though it served as a source of disturbing reminder to his uncle; but of course he didn't care. He loved it actually.
"It means a lot to me. Aunt Jan. I will be going now. Thanks again." He said to her, before turning away for the last time, and walking away from the sitting room, ahead of his cousin, who still looked bewildered by the whole thing. She didn't understand what was going on.
He knew that she was still trying to comprehend or recall if there had been anything her mother had done at one time, that had saved him. Well, she wouldn't. Unless she would ask him, which of course, he knew that she would once she was out of her thinking haze.
For now, he stood outside the door, waiting; waiting for her to show him the way to the room he would be staying in all through his not so long days in the pack, for although this had been his pack
Maya quickened her steps, hurrying to get to the kitchen faster, as her stomach grumbled more loudly. She knew that her cousin would be going through the same too; they needed to eat, after the long journey. She also knew not to wory about those that had come with them; they would be with their respective families, who would be rejoicing and welcoming them with all happiness. Unlike her.She hadn't really been surprised by the type of welcome she had received from her family, her father to be precise. The man seemed to have gotten more hostile, and had taken along her brother with him. She feared for her little brother. She prayed he wouldn't turn out to be like their father. She wondered what he would think or say, when he finds out about the witch's potion that their father had given her to drink. She didn't think he would be happy about it though; he might go beserk with anger. She thought. Perhaps, she should tell him, so that he would be careful around thei
Derek soughed in relief as he saw his cousin, Maya, come into the room with a tray of covered dishes."About time..." He muttered, adjusting and readjusting himself on a particular spot on the bed, which he had been sitting on for a while, thoroughly expectant.He had almost gone after her at one point, when his stomach hadn't been able to bear the wait any longer."Sorry that I took time..." Maya stated, while using her right leg to kick the door shut, as she approached the bed."It's alright." He responded, as his taste buds came to live at the sweet aroma of the food."Smells nice..." He stated, his eyes totally narrowed at the plates in the tray."Uhuh...I think you would like it. It's my favorite." She said with a short smile, before dropping the tray on the table closest to her bed, a dressing table actually, but it was just void of the basics, unlike E
The car came to an abrupt halt in front of Emma's house, and she took in a deep breath. She was back home, where strange things were bound to happen. She wondered what next terrific thing would occur."The door is now open." Anthony said, interrupting her thoughts, as he clicked off the locks on the car doors."Oh, thank you." She stated, before pushing the door open and getting down. Breathing out heavily, she trudged towards the front porch, a bit skeptical about going in alone.And that's why she was a bit glad, a gladness that didn't wipe off her curiosity, as she saw Anthony getting down from the car too."Why are you getting down? Aren't you going back home?" She asked, trying to hiding her relief."My Lu...I mean Melvina...asked me to stay with you, till she comes." Anthony replied, beating himself up inwardly for almost mentioning the Luna word."Oh,
Melvina paced back and forth in front of her friend's hut-like house which was located at the outskirts of her pack, as she waited for her friend which was a witch to come out and meet her, and to fill her in on the outcome of her quest. She had gotten a message from her infamous owl as she was preparing breakfast for her family that morning. The owl had perched on her window pane, before opening her beak, to let out the paper which her lady friend must have put in there. The message had caused her spirits to soar. She had been elated that she would soon know the intricacies of who Emma was. And so, she had rushed over breakfast, shifted, and had run over here. She knew she would have a lot of explaining to do with her mate, who must have felt her racing heart while she had been running. It was okay though. She had thought, having decided to tell her mate everything she had come to know about the human, including the fact that she was their son's mate. She bel
Melvina snatched the piece of paper gingerly from the door, removing the knife as well, her hands quaking with anger and fear at the same time. She didn't know what to think of the matter.Taking steps back, she fell dumply into the sofa from which she had stood up from when she had seen the stuck paper at the door first. Her body was slightly shaking. They had threatened her little daughter. Whomsoever had taken her friend, had eyes also for her five year old daughter, and then, her son's mate.Give them Emma, or lose Eva??She can't give up any of them. She thought, as my mind filled with thoughts about her cheerful little daughter and the lively but mysterious redhead.Eva was her beloved daughter whom she had had when the doctors had said it was impossible. Her daughter was a miracle. She couldn't lose her. No. She might lose her sanity if she did. The little girl was more purer than the sp
Emma sighed as she checked out the time on the big grand father's clock strung idly on the white washed wall, which she only took notice of now; she hadn't had an iota that the clock had been present in her living room. Perhaps the school rush and the strange happenings around her had robbed her of her observation qualities; she hadn't really looked in to the every part of her house. It was already 10am."No school today then." She mumbled with a sigh. She could see her plans for today melting into nothingness. She had planned yesternight to attend classes today, and then drop by her workplace to tender an apology and know whether they would overlook her crazy absence and let her have her job back.But it seems it won't be today.The sight that she had been cursed with this morning had rattled her no small deal.She sat up gingerly as Anthony strolled inside the sitting room from the kitchen, h
The knock came again interrupting Emma's response to Anthony's jibe."Go check it out." She said in place of the reasonable taunt she had had in mind for him."Why don't you?" Anthony asked, still chuckling more, especially as he saw her face getting all scrunched up at his recent statement."Oh God...Tony don't be a pain in the ass. Just go." She stated, containing her voice from getting loud, or too loud rather."Yes ma'am." Anthony replied, standing up from the sofa, still chuckling. He already knew who was at the door. He had just wanted to tease the human. It was fun doing that."And quit that laughter." She opined with a small pout, folding her arms around her torso, whilst keeping her fear at bay, as she watched him walk with a steady gait. From the mannerisms of the male in her company, she could decipher that the person at the door might be Melvina or Clem.
"So, this is your room. You will be staying here, at least till we've found out who is after your sanity and life." Melvina said, opening a door which led to airy interiors of a beautiful room, as she held on Emma's backpack with her left hand, glad that the human had followed them voluntarily, without protesting."I thought I would have been staying with Maya in her room.." Emma implied, walking into the room and looking the room. The room was the same as the others, or well Maya's, since her friend's room was the only one she had been in since her stay here, that and the hospital room. The room was neither large or small, just tethering in the middle, with its deep blue washed walls and peachy dots. It was just like mixing a male favorite and a femaley; blue and peach.She wondered if there was a belief behind that. She also wondered if Derek's room would have the same wall paints. She would have to visit it later. It reminded her th
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