Emma furrowed her eyebrows as she appeared in front of her house with Prescott. It seemed like ages since she had been here. The white house still remained the same. There were no signs of anything peculiar or extraordinary. It was just there. But that wasn't why she had thinned her gaze; no, it was the darkness of the night. Hadn't it been a few minutes past six that they had disappeared from Lily's room? So, why was it dark here like it was half past seven?"Prescott…" She called the squirrel, turning aside to look at him, but balking when she didn't see him or smelt him. What the hell! Had the squirrel just dropped her here, and left? Had Zipfarah commanded him to do so? Why couldn't she even scent him? That was weird. She thought, feeling a variety of emotions. There was anger and sadness, there was disappointment already, and of course, fear. All around her, there was dead silence, eerie silence. It felt creepy for some reason, scaring her the more.Perhaps, it was because she ha
Emma frowned, a deep furrow forming in her eyebrow as she tried to grasp the concept behind whatever theory that the squirrel just spurted from his mouth.What the hell was that? Imagine something and he would latch onto it? Did he have a mind vision? The concept reminded her of her professor. Professor Perkins who had told her to imagine and hold the thought of being totally free from the innumerable voices which had besotted her a few days ago when she had stepped into the power of reading minds. But that was different. Professor Perkins hadn't been able to read her thoughts or see the image. So, what was the squirrel talking about? He could read off images too? Although it sounded awesome, it was a bit creepy."Emma…" The squirrel called her, and she shrugged, deciding to listen to him and obey. She could ask her questions-for she had them many, later.Now, obey she shall.And so, she captured with her mind, the picture of the gown she wanted to wear(the gown she had imagined times
Ava's mother.That had been Emma's first thought when she had seen the woman, standing right in front of her. The eyes, the nose, lips, expression, everything screamed Ava, except the hair. Ava didn't have the dirty blond hair. She wasn't as close to Ava as she was to Maya but the former had crafted a tiny place in her heart since saving her from further humiliation at Cassie's party. The latter had saved her from going insane-for that had been what her feelings had bordered on when she had found Cassie on Derek's lap."I am Emma, Ava's friend." She replied finally, remembering that the woman had just asked who she was."Ava's friend?? That's weird. She had never mentioned you. Come in." The woman said, and Emma muttered a thank you, before stepping into the sitting room which had an uncanny resemblance with Derek's. She chuckled unconsciously as she remembered that she had once referred to this entire place as Melvina's estate. What the hell! She thought; what ignorance could cause.
Ava was all dressed up. She was sitting on one of the two armless chairs in her room, the squirrel on her lap, waiting for Emma. She had been waiting for thirty minutes. But she wasn't really concerned about that. She was more concerned about the fact that the redhead in her dressing room was back, and so Derek would be free from the beast, at least that had been what her father had mentioned. Her father was Jack, the pack's doctor.On the night that her father had suddenly left the house, she had been awake, unable to keep down Sydney Sheldon's 'the stars shine down'; a book she had borrowed from one of the humans in their class. Of course she had known that it had been work that must have taken him out by that time, but it hadn't stopped her from worrying. She hadn't been able to remember the last time her father had left the house by that early wee hours of the morning to work, except in rare cases where a woman of her pack was having difficulty giving birth.So, when he had return
Jack, Ava's father opened his mouth then shut it, still processing what he had just heard. It seemed too much to take in. So, the mate whom he had advised that the young lad should pray to the goddess for, had already been staying with them in the pack, and was a human? What does this mean for the pack? Would a human be Luna? Personally, he didn't have a problem with it, since she alone had the capacity to drive away the beast with time, but what about the others? They didn't know about the lad's current state. Neither did they know about his battle with an Alferic beast. So would they accept the human as their Luna? And about the beast, he doubted that they would know about it. He himself hadn't seen any of that before; had just known it from stories told time without number by his parents. And now, the evil being had possessed their soon to be Alpha and no one knew except from his family and the Alpha's.Did the human know about that? Is her 'chi' strong enough to drive away the b
Emma checked out her appearance for the umpteenth in the long standing mirror, beside the wardrobe in Ava's room, before opening her purse and dropping the plain necklace which Queen Zipfarah had given her into it. She didn't want to forget it. It was too important to her quest tonight. "Where did you get that?" she heard Ava ask her, and turned around sharply, not fully understanding the identity of the 'that' in her friend's question."What…?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows, even as her gaze shifted to the squirrel subtly, asking too.But he wasn't sure either. He also didn't find it necessary to read Ava's mind for that since she would definitely explain her point soon if she wanted to get answers. And he wasn't wrong, at least not this time."I meant the necklace…where did you get it from?" Ava asked, squinting her eyes as if they were being blinded by the sun. The necklace was exactly the same as the one her grandfather has, even though this one was coated with pure gold whil
The party had already started. It was taking place in the largest hall in the pack, located in the south wing of the Alpha's building. It was rarely used, mostly reserved for occasions such as this which happened once in a while.The females of the pack had really outdone themselves in the decorations of the hall, under the strict supervision of Melvina. There wasn't to be any mistake of any kind. Today wasn't a day for that. Today was her son's birthday party, and not just that, the coronation of a new Alpha.The dignitaries were already arriving in their numbers, girls and boys from neighboring packs attended too, no human was seen around. Of course not, this was a werewolves' party, though the attendance of some supernaturals weren't banned.Alpha Peter is seen at the entrance of the hall, welcoming the very important guests to his son's coronation service, most of them being Alphas of other packs, including his elder brother. He would be a liar if he had said that he hadn't been e
Leo watched silently, the telepathic communication going on between Curtis and Maya, his supposed mate, he still wasn't sure of their mate-ship, but he was very sure that he was very much attracted to her. The gown that she wore glued to her like a second skin, the lacy material giving snippets of how creamy and soft her full skin would be, enticing, seducing. He found out he wanted to hold her, to caress her beautiful face, to hold her to himself by gripping her waist, he wanted to shield her away from the eyes of the other guys in the room which were staring at her openly, unashamedly. The fact that she wasn't even aware of the effect she had on the opposite sex endeared her more to him. He wanted her.But first, he had to know what was wrong. He was sure that Maya must have told Curtis some bad news, seeing that the latter's eyes were dilated out of shock. He needed to speak with her, with both of them.And so, carefully, he untangled his arm from Zoe's, a posture she had manipulat
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