Derek never believed that he would be so grateful to hear Claire's voice anytime in life. Her statement had saved him making a fool of himself in front of his little witch.
".. wouldn't have happened if you had already told her like I asked you to." He heard his wolf say, and sighed. He would explain that part to her, after the party.
"You should explain everything." Maru opined.
"I can't. Not yet." Derek replied, through their link. He still in dread and fear, not knowing how his little witch would react if she knew the truth. He didn't want to lose her.
"When did you guys come?" Claire asked, controlling herself with great difficulty, from tearing Emma's arm which was wrapped around Derek's. She had also noticed t
Maya ran her eyes through the thick crowd for the umpteenth time, and sighed dejectedly. He hadn't come. It had been the main reason why she had come for the party; a chance to see her mate who hadn't recognized her. Her hopes had been really dashed. She had been waiting and searching, for even a glimpse of him."We would see him next week." She heard her wolf say, and sighed again. She didn't know whether it would be a good news or not to go to her pack next week. She had a hunch that it would be the later, and it scared her a lot. She might be the strongest warrior in her pack, but she knew she wasn't strong emotionally. She was totally a wuss in that area, a softie."Hey, are you okay?" She heard Shane whisper in her right ear, and smiled sincerely. The guy had really been a gentleman for her this night. She knew that he found her
The hallways were thinly lit with florescents, and pictures hung on the walls at strategic positions. 10 years old Cassey in hiking gears, smiling toothily with her mom and dad, then another displaying her at her prom night. The list continued, and Derek couldn't understand this; the placing of pictures on the walls of hallways. He believed that pictures, especially family pictures should all be in rooms, not hallways and passages. Paintings were understandable, but not pictures. Well, humans were really weird. He thought, as he walked behind Cassey whom he believed had added a little shake to her waist as she moved. He didn't care though, she wasn't Emma."Didn't take you long though." He finally stated, breaking the silence which had ensued between them since she had walked up to him some minutes ago, with a not so good news that her father sought for him. His mind had spiralled, and for a
Emma tripped for the third time since she saw the heartbreaking scene, as she hurriedly walked through the hallways to the main hall where the party was still in full bloom.Had she seen it right? She thought, wiping off tears for the umpteenth time from her eyes with her fingers. They were not even a week old, and he was already cheating.She had convinced Maya to follow her, look for him, after waiting for some minutes for his return. They had trailed his scent; Maya had actually done that, citing it was a gift or something. Only to find him enjoying without her, enjoying with a stranger on his laps.She refused to listen to the small voice nagging at the back of head which told her of the untold story behind the cup she had noticed, and the lazy tired look in Derek's eyes
"Where are you going to?" Maya asked Derek, as she sauntered towards him, her hands on her hips, a curious but disappointed look on her face. Of all the things she had expected tonight at the party, her cousin banging some girl other than Emma, wasn't in the list."I'm going after her." He replied, still walking hurriedly towards the entrance.Maya sighed, and walked after him, trying to meet up with his pace, not minding the curious glances they were receiving from the crowd. She knew they would soon get back to what they were doing before the scene occurred. But for now, she had to dissuade her cousin from his mission. Her friend needed some space now, not some cuddling or apology. Perhaps tomorrow, but not now. She was a woman too, and so she knew this things.
Shane could count the number of times he had seen his soon to be alpha so angry;He rarely did. Perhaps once or twice, especially when he had found out that his father had vetoed the idea of merging the packs.But then Shane had never seen it in this fashion.He was motionless, his mouth agape, as he watched Derek fling the two humans he had been holding carelessly on the floor, before hitting and throwing the tables in like manner.He was sure the two humans wouldn't walk for some days, and for that, he was afraid for his friend. They were still serving punishments for their last misconduct, now this.But He still didn't interfere. He could see that Maya was at crossroads. She wanted to stop it, but then it was dangerous to do so. Stoppi
"Emma is your mate?" Clem asked, not pleased at all at the turn of events since he would have to let go of his silly need for the redhead, but still bewildered at the information he was just getting."Oh God." He muttered."Does your father know?" He asked Derek, knowing how bent the Alpha was, on making his twin, Derek's mate."Not yet." Derek replied. "This should be between us for now." He added, rubbing his forehead tiredly. He still didn't know where his little witch was, and it was totally frustrating him.But he needed to set things right now."I still don't understand why you let a betrayer in to the secret, before us. Who knows? She might have told her father already.? Clem stated, looking
Although Maya had known that Clem's thoughts on her were not good per say, she still hadn't expected his outbursts and hostility. Well, she had caused it though; she had followed her father like a sheep and it had cost her a lot of things. She wasn't that sheep anymore; late but still necessary. She still hoped to reconcile with her close friend, as she trudged along the hall area, heading towards the exit. She stopped in her movements, as she heard an argument between two parties; it was hushed but she could still hear it tiny bits of it. She was a wolf after all. She walked towards the sound of the argument, and it led her directly to a closed door, at the side of the hall. She hadn't noticed it when she had come. Perhaps her mind had been filled with a lot of thoughts, especially,
Claire didn't know how long she had stayed in the room, glowing in anger. But she knew it was long enough, for her twin to get a bit worried. He would be coming for her soon. Wrapping her hand around her torso, she leaned on the wall of the room, deep in thoughts. She could hear her wolf whining and protesting against her desperation. Zali wasn't happy with her. But then, it has always been unhappy with her since she started taking lessons from her mother. She could still remember the first time her mother had slapped her, before reminding her of her purpose in life. She had brought her male friend home then. She had been in grade 1. "Who is he?" Her mother had asked, when the boy had left, after he had help
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