Emma gritted her teeth as she examined the guy in front of her, not exactly sure of where her anger was coming from her; whether it was from the fact that the guy she had considered her good friend and a brother at one point was a foe, or the fact that with each passing day, she was discovering that each person she had known in her life had been spies in fact. She wondered if the same was true with Amelia and her family. She might not survive the blow if Amelia was to be her foe too. She thought, remembering how she had met Casper.Casper had been a class ahead of her in high school. A rich Casanova, he had been every lady's dream, well, apart from her. At that time, her female classmates had rated her abnormal for not having a crush on the very handsome dude, including her sister. Amelia has almost gone nuts for the dude, an act that had lessened her love for the senior, if there had been any.But one day, when the teachers had been called into the principal's office for an exclusive
Casper took his lips in as he heard Emma's question.What he wanted? Damn! It was her that he wanted.Why did she still manage to steal his breath away like she had a year ago? Then, he had been so whipped that he had settled to being her 'brother' when all he had wanted to do was to sit her on his lap during one of their many discussions, and kiss her senselessly. She had been the only girl he had known all through his life that had turned him down, witches included, and that had driven him crazy, so crazy that he had gone against his Queen's order.When he had attended her high school, he hadn't known of some prophecy nor had he known of her. He had played around with girls then to overcome the grief that losing his parents had caused him. Queen Zipfarah had ordered their death, and that had been why he had gone over to Leonarya's side, whilst plotting his revenge. He would never forgive the queen whom he had thought had been so shrouded with so much goodness. He had thought that s
Emma furrowed her eyebrows as she watched the tall man who possessed the deep enthralling voice approach them from the shadows. The wizards too had stopped in their movements, had turned too, Casper included, and had their attention drawn to the man, who Emma thought had the same physique and voice as her history professor.Could it be him? She wondered, getting excited that they would be having extra manpower to fight against the wizards."Why are you happy? Do you know who is approaching us?" Prescott asked, and Emma nodded, very sure that the person approaching them was Professor Perkins. Her happiness knew no bounds. She knew that the professor had mighty strengths of his own, and would be fair game for Casper and his fellow wizards. She didn't think she would be using her powers anytime soon."Are you sure of what you are saying? The aura I am perceiving from the approaching man is anything but good. It is deadly." Prescott muttered, not trusting Emma's reply. How could she be on
Julius tightened and released his fists intermittently as he stared into the eyes of Ava who returned his steady gaze with a one of hers. Beside her, Emma frowned, her eyebrows furrowing as she darted her eyes between her friend and Professor Perkins' brother.What was wrong with the two?Did they know each other from somewhere?The wizards, including Casper, were transfixed on their spots. She didn't know if it was Julius' doing, or they were confused as she was concerning the matter in front of her. She had a feeling that it was the former, and for some reason she found weird, she didn't want to interrupt the moment."How is this possible?" She heard Prescott ask, and got curious."What do you mean by 'how is this possible'?" She queried, noting that the squirrel was also staring at the duo."Vampires don't have mates. Their souls have been blankened with death. It is impossible that they feel." Prescott replied, and Emma balked, shocked to her bones.Vampire? Her professor was a v
Alpha Peter sighed, watching his son's anger rise and fall, with his mother's hold on him.Well, for once, he was grateful for the presence of the vampire. If not that, they would have lost the human again, and maybe the werewolf who was with her.Wait. He paused in this particular train of thought, wondering who the werewolf was. His whole family was here. So what werewolf? And where had the human come out from? She hadn't been located in the pack and its environs when he had discharged trackers to search for her after he had given them her clothe to heave in her smell. His son had no idea on this, except his mate."Any idea on where she had come out from? You know she had disappeared, and we had thought that Leonarya had been in possession of her." He stated, taking notice again, of the redhead who replied his statement immediately."My mother wasn't in possession of her. Rather, my grandmother. She had taken her in, before my mother would have captured her." Freya enthused."Your g
Casper was aware that a greater force, or rather a greater being had arrived; for the fact that the other had been able to fix him at one point, had made him unable to make even the tiniest of motion, was a startling indication of that point. He knew that wisdom demanded that he bow his head in shame and leave with his companions, knowing that the latter was a creature of the night, a vampire, but he was afraid of his queen. The woman was ruthless and didn't accept failures into the community. She may pardon him for his good powers, but what about the other guys with him? Some were still with families, most had girlfriends; it would be brutal to leave Emma with the vampire, without even trying. But how had she come to know the vampires? Did she even know who they were? If she did, she had changed, his Emma had changed. He thought, remembering that the queen had mentioned a wolf boy that she was now mated with. Was the guy more handsome than he was? Was he more funny? Mate bonds were
"What is Emma doing in your head?" Julian heard Aiden ask, and couldn't provide a reply. What could he say? He had no idea how that happened. The only people that had access to his thoughts were his twin brother. The others of his kind were allowed by his permission. He has never been evaded."I think her powers are growing." He said rather, checking out the longness of her hair and the stark greenness of her eyes which reminded him of the thick forest.She looked like Sheila, and although he didn't want to think in a particular way, the thought was beginning to come to shape, and he didn't know if it was a good news or a bad one. He had to speak with a particular someone. But first, the party.His twin was silent.Julian knew he was ruminating on the matter."I'm sorry about that. I was just curious. Can you lead the way?" He asked telepathically, waiting in anticipation to see if she could also communicate too, not just dropping her thoughts alone."The person that knows the way is
"We should go back to the party, since we already know that Emma is safe. It is not ethical to leave our guests marooned." Alpha Peter said, after some time. They had taken sitting positions for a while, waiting for the arrival of the human and her companions, but to no avail. This must have unsettled the guests, especially the Alphas-reason why his beta had just communicated with him that the guests were getting uncomfortable with the absence of the host and celebrant."That's right. Let's head to the hall." Melvina stated, seeing reasons with her mate. The guests had been left without their presence for so long, and the beta couldn't keep them engaged with drinks for so long.She stood up from the sofa, inviting the others to do the same with a sharp sweep of her eyes around the room where one or two had sat waiting for the redhead. Her eyes finally ended her tour, resting on her son. She knew he didn't want to go, with the sluggishness and reluctance evident in his rising from the
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