Freya and Lucille lounged in Freya's room, the remnants of their training session evident in their relaxed yet slightly weary postures. They huddled together, glancing at Freya's phone with hesitant expressions, silently debating whether to disobey their mother's order to call their sister Emma first.Lucille had been the one to see the message at first. Due to Derek’s comatose state and her role in it, she had been unable to sleep—she had kept turning and tossing on her own bed. And unable to take it anymore, and not wanting to disturb her mate whose sleep was to too necessity to be ignored, she had crept into Freya’s room, to sleep with her sister.Freya had awoken once Lucille’s foot had gone past the doorpost of the unlocked door. And though Freya was shocked to see Lucille in her room by that hour, she had welcomed the latter with open arms. They had cuddled themselves, about to return to sleep, when the phone had dinged. Freya hadn’t cared for it, wanting to return to sleep, bu
"What are you two doing? Who are you talking with?" Freya and Lucille swiftly swerved, balking when they saw their mother step into the room. The phone on Freya's hand dropped to the floor with a large thump, grabbing Sheila's attention. A frown masked Sheila's face as she guessed who her girls had been speaking to; their sister. It would explain the guilty countenance on their faces. She wanted to laugh at their similar comical expressions, but they had disobeyed her. She wouldn't take that. "You both called Emma? I remembered tasking everyone not to. Or you both thought you were exempted because she is your sister?" Lucille instantly retreated behind Freya, as if seeking protection from her mother. Freya kissed her teeth at her sister's sharp act of falling back in the face of their mother's anger, but didn't move or call the latter out. "We are sorry, mom." She said rather, startled when she realized that in all her years with Leonarya, she had never addressed the latter with
Esther awoke to a cacophony of distant sounds, muffled and indistinct. Her mind, emerging from the dense fog of unconsciousness, struggled to piece together the fragments of memory and sensation. The room around her was sterile, unfamiliar—a stark contrast to the dimly lit room she vaguely remembered before slipping into darkness.As her eyes fluttered open, she realized she was lying in a bed, surrounded by the soft hum of magic and the occasional shuffle of footsteps outside her room. Above her, through the thin veil of drowsiness, she could make out the muted sounds of celebration—voices raised in joy, distant cheers. Yet, comprehension eluded her; the jubilation seemed out of place, disconnected from her current reality. What was happening? Who had cocooned her in magic?Esther's thoughts were sluggish, as if encased in molasses. She tried to recall how she had ended up here, why the people above her was shouting, why she was below them. Images flickered in her mind like a stutter
“Esther, are you sure you are fit for this meeting?” Anthony asked Esther who was trudging behind him, supported by Freya and Maya. “You just woke up. You shouldn’t be stressing yourself already. You should be in bed.”His gaze flitted to Margo who was talking with Sheila. Margo gave no indication that she had heard him. Sheila, however, gave him a subtle look to leave the girl alone.Anthony wished he could. He never understood why Esther had that much hold on him. She wasn’t his mate. Yet, he couldn’t stop himself from always wanting to be near her. His wolf was just as confused as he was. When she had been attacked by Eva, when everyone had thought that she was the culprit, he hadn’t been among the many. He hadn’t been surprised either when Yodah had told the story of Eva’s possession. As much as Esther had betrayed them the first time, he hadn’t canceled her totally. As much as he had been hurt by her first betrayal, he had understood the reason for it.“Anthony, I am fine. I hav
“Derek, what are you doing here?!” Melvina screamed for the rest of the people in the room, who had the same thought in mind. She took it a step further, by standing up from the sofa, and hurrying toward her son, whose eyes kept opening and closing, out of weariness. He shouldn’t be awake. He shouldn't be here. Whatever magic that Lucille had knocked him out with, unintentionally, had shut down his organs. It was likened to when an ancient wanted to go to sleep underground; except that theirs was intentional, not abrupt like Derek’s. He was in a coma, and hadn’t been expected to be awake and conscious, in charge of his mind, for at least a month. And yet, here he was, lying on the couch with a notable smirk, despite the weariness that clouded his face. Melvina couldn’t believe it. “How….” She shut her mouth, and turned to look at the ancients, and Margo. ‘How is he awake?’ was outlined clearly in her eyes. Sadly, the group had no answer for her. However, Margo stood up and saunt
Agrip sighed when he remembered his old friend, Joshua Triggers, whom he always believed had died untimely. The male hadn’t been perfect, and had made a lot of mistakes in his short life, but he had still been his best friend. The late Alpha had been the chief reason for his interest in the species known as the ancients. It had started when they had found the cave while canvassing the length and breadth of the areas surrounding their pack which had been uninhabited. The cave, which had housed an abundance of red shining minerals, had been a wonderful sight to behold. Then, they had thought of the shining objects as treasures that could be easily sold; and so they had taken a couple of them to the jewelers in the human city. The humans had never seen it; never knew it existed in the first place. This outcome had been nerve-wracking for him and his friend, until they had met Agagog; a chance meeting, their first meeting. They had met the seer in a café they had stopped by to eat, bef
Three Days Later:Emma walked beside Gira, and behind Prince Shiloh, as the duo accompanied her to her classes. She inhaled deeply intermittently during the walk, to calm her fraying nerves, to still her busy mind. It had taken her two days to fully recuperate from the expanse of energy she had meted out, both during her journey here, and during the duel with the professors. She wondered how the duo was doing now. Did they still have the dignity to be teaching before their students? She didn’t care. She only cared that during these three days, her friends and her sister hadn’t woken up. She had kept up with checking up on them daily, despite Prince Shiloh’s lame threats to keep her confined for a month for moving around, instead of resting. She looked at the back of his head, as he strolled confidently in front of her, and tried to guess his age. She couldn’t. She knew better, however, not to assign an age to him, based on his looks. She was in the supernatural world now; she could
After Prince Shiloh walked out of the classroom, Emma glanced at the entirety of the classroom just once, taking note of the faces in the classroom, before sauntering to the seat that was beside Adah, the seat she had chosen for herself, the seat that had looked like it had been reserved for her specially. “Hello…” She made the first talk, when she sat on the seat, and enjoyed the comforting feeling it gave to her ass. Maybe magic? ‘Or it’s just a good chair made with good tools.’ Emma held back a scoff. Eden could be so nosy. A killjoy. Eden scoffed for the both of them. “Hi, I’m…” “Adah. I’m Emma.” ‘Showing off already?’ Emma ignored her wolf. She watched rather how Adah’s face switched from elated to surprise, then confusion. “How did you know my name?” Emma shrugged her shoulders. “Whilst dueling with the professors, you had been the only one that had voted for my win. I heard your confident words. It was quite… interesting, considering the fact that you didn’t know me f