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Emma bobbled her head, obviously pleased with the set of clothes she was wearing. "Now, you are talking…" She muttered, smoothening invisible creases on the dark green polo that accentuated the color of her eyes.The polo and jeans fitted her properly, even though the trousers were a bit tight. She could manage. She thought. Until she got home. At least it was better than wearing the princess gown all around the place. Apart from the fact that she always chose comfortability over the whole classic stuff, she felt that she was devaluing the beautiful gown by wearing it all over the place."You okay with it?" Lily asked, standing up from the sofa."Yeah, It's preferable," Emma replied, glancing at her."Where did you get it?" She asked, noting that the clothes she was wearing would be too big for a twelve-year-old."I got it from Cossy. She is my brother's girlfriend. It took a while convincing her though. With luck and time on our side, we might go shopping today. I don't want to be p
The neat, but bustling streets reminded Emma of the elites' area in Florida. But she thought that the streets here were of a much higher end, and it was for everybody. She concluded that Zipfarah was a good queen. She saw some elves across the road. They were getting a fried snack from a snack shop. Everything and everywhere was just so orderly and peaceful. The air was neat too. She would have loved to stay here for more days, but there was Derek's birthday to attend to. She decided that she would come back here, perhaps for the holidays. She would have loved to take pictures of the scenery but her phone was absent. As she walked along with the little girl, her mind although appraising her environment, still sometimes wandered to the reality of the evil witch being a good witch's daughter. What had caused their separation? The little girl hadn't said a word, except to tell her somethings about the area since they had left the mansion. She could tell that the latter's mood had been
"Emma, this is so cool!!!!"Lily screamed for the second time after Emma had convinced her to open her eyes.When they had taken their seats on the ferry's wheels, she had immediately shut her eyes, following Emma's promise earlier, whilst ignoring the chuckle she had heard escaped from the latter's lips. And when the moderator had made an announcement and had wanted to shut the short gate, she had almost zoomed out of the seat, but it was like the latter had anticipated the move, and had hugged her to herself, whilst whispering into her ears to take deep breaths and trust her.And she had done so.It had taken some minutes of coaxing before she had finally opened her eyes. It had taken more than her own guts to do that knowing that the fun machine had been in its highest level and speed. At that moment, before she had opened her eyes, she had decided that she would cast a spell of time-halt if she wasn't still comfortable, or wanted to disappear.But it had turned out that she hadn't
Emma felt a drop of a cold liquid on her face, then another, until it was dripping. A bit confused, she opened her eyes tiredly and took in her surroundings. It was dark already. Night fall then. She thought, as she did a rewind of the activities of the day, and how come she was outside by this time, sleeping on a bench, under a tree.She jerked up her head from its reclining position on the bark of tree, as the memories infused her back to a thoroughly conscious state. They had slept off, after a long discussion on family and friends.She had learnt that Damon and Daniel were Lily's twin elder brothers. Their parents were dead. Lily hadn't said anything regarding that. She had skipped the issue to how they had met Prescott. They had found the squirrel wounded in the forest when they had gone to look for a particular herb that had been suggested by their grandmother. While there, they had heard the animal talk, or rather curse at certain turn of events. They had communicated with it t
"Who doesn't know Lily? You aren't even curious about how I came to know yours?" The strange guy asked Emma, as he crossed his arms on his chest. "Not really." Emma shrugged. "Everyone around here seems to know my name for some reason they don't want to talk about. So, I stopped asking the how and why questions." She replied. "I see…not your fault though…you are quite famous." The guy who Emma guessed should be around Anthony's age said. "Famous for what?" Emma muttered tiredly, obviously exasperated with this fact that seemed to be more common than water nowadays. Why was she famous? She has only been here for a month plus, doing nothing other than going to school and frolicking with Derek. Or was it because she was Derek's girlfriend? Did they need her, so that they can get to Derek and the pack? She remembered then the dream she had had for two consecutive times. It was surety that her boyfriend had been that wolf with blue eyes, the wolf that had died trying to protect her fr
Emma grinned as she watched the variety of emotions display on Draco's face. The latter was of course puzzled as to why she had insulted him without an inch of fear. He was bamboozled. "What did you say?" He asked, stepping closer to her, his fists clenched tight, and his face masked with fury, and a little pinch of surprise, more like amazement. "You want to die?" He queried, with a sardonic smile on his face. "We will see who dies first." Emma uttered with a smirk which seemed to have infuriated Draco, because in the next second, he was lunging for her neck, but then, his mission was cut off by an invisible force which threw him far away from her. "What took you guys so long?" She asked, as a smile widened on her lips. "We were eating." Prescott said, with a shrug. Leila was beside him. Emma scoffed. Trust Prescott to remind her that he had eaten her breakfast. But that wasn't a case for tonight. Now, she was grateful that he had saved them. He and Leila. She had seen the bot
"Emma, you have to let us explain and clarify ourselves." Prescott said as he shifted his gaze to Emma. Following Daniel's train of thoughts, he had discovered some bits of what had happened between the duo, and the only thing he could think was that his friend had messed up big time, and that had been the reason why he had actually pushed him away when he had tried to touch the redhead. He could understand what the redhead was feeling now. He had been there, once."There is no need for that, Prescott. I only need to speak with Zipfarah." Emma replied."Can we be going?" She asked, even as she turned aside to glance at Daniel who was trying to get up from the ground. She noticed that his face was smeared with a dark brown stuff.Cow dung! She couldn't be happier.Serves him right. She thought, looking at his decorated face in satisfaction."I need to speak with Zipfarah. Can we be going? Don't you have an iota of respect for our queen?" Leila asked, after mimicking Emma's voice, appar
Double knocks on the door had Derek lifting his head from its bent position. Who was that? He didn't want to see anybody still, especially after the doctor's declaration after the morning's breakfast.When he had ventured into the pack house with Maya after the rigorous personal trainings, he had met the pack's doctor discussing some issues with his parents, but he had ignored them, since after all he hadn't been able to listen in on their conversations, and had gone off to the kitchen with his cousin, only coming out when he had heard his mother call out his name. It had grated on his nerves then that he hadn't been able to hear her speak through the mind link.Meeting them in the sitting room, he had gotten tensed up when he had seen the grave looks on their faces, including Anthony.And when they had broken the news to him, when the pack's doctor had informed him of the futuristic effects of the orb which was discovered to have been an instrument of control and death, created by a
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