Lucille stared at the woman who had claimed to be her mother, sitting still on the sofa, her fingers which were sprawled on her lap twitching at intervals, her head bowed as if in thought. She wondered what the woman, Sheila, was thinking about ten to fifteen minutes after Maryanne had announced that she, Lucille, was her daughter.There hadn't been a word spoken between them since then.Was the woman thinking of another strategy? She thought, furrowing her eyebrows.Left to her, Lucille thought that the woman should end this quest and go back to wherever she had come from. She could tell, from the scowl which kept getting deeping and wider on Tyler's face, that he was getting impatient, and might end up slapping and pushing the woman away from here.The thought of that had her digging her fingers into her pajamas so strongly, that her lap hurt.With a jerking speed, she realized that she didn't want the woman hurt. She already felt protective of her!What the hell was that?! She que
"Bloodugering Hell! Ava, it looks worse in here!" Emma noted, stepping tentatively into the biggest hall she had ever been in, her mind reeling to the series of events that she had seen just in the name of a birthday party. This must be the worst birthday party ever. She thought.When she had been approaching the pack environs in the company of Julius and Ava after the episode with Casper and his fellow wizards, the first thing that had caught her eye was the beautiful flying dark blue dragon, the type that was seen in the 'Merlin movie series'. She had paused in her movement, mouth agape, watching in wonder as the dragon spat fire to whomever might have triggered its wrath, pitying whomever it was, feeling drawn into the movie proper, until Ava had shouted.Immediately, as if her senses had been recalled by an invisible force, her mind had returned back to reality and she had been able to process that the dragon was spitting fire on Melvina's estate, or rather the pack. Derek was in
Emma remembered that they had floated in the air within the rolling ball shield, smirking and laughing when the mean werewolves and mages had tried to penetrate it but to no avail."Julius had said that he had felt his brother's aura within you. How is that possible?" She had asked, as the ball had led them under the direction of Ava to a hall located on the southern wing of the pack."I don't know." Prescott had replied sincerely. It seemed he too, had been surprised too by Julius' statement."I will ask him about that later." He had stated, with a shrug.And before they had taken the last bend that had taken them to the hall, she had looked back for the last time, sighing as she had seen the bodies of dead wolves and mages on the ground. She had also seen Julius zap down to the ground in his normal physical self, posing himself in a duel stance with the large werewolf. The blue dragon had been flying still. And as she had drank the scenery in, she had remembered her dreams, and had
Emma felt like weeping, but she didn't even know how to go about that. She was all manner of speechless. Her face was an artwork of sorrow, deep sorrow. She shut her mouth, wet the upper ceilings of her mouth with her tongue, opened the buccal cavity to say something, but shut it again.She wanted to talk, to yell, to cuss and scream but she couldn't. She felt stupefied. No, more than that. There wasn't a word to accurately describe what she was feeling at the moment. Her throat was clogged with unshed tears and words.For the first time, she felt entrapped with words as she stared at the beast which hadn't taken away its gaze off her this whole time.The spell was broken, when she heard some steps behind her. Julius. She concluded, not turning aside to notice him. She was sure he was the one. Her nose had marked his scent. He was with someone too. The other vampire. She concluded, looking straight ahead at the beast, her brain already working to process the how and why her boyfriend
Emma noted Maya's sad face, and almost walked across to comfort her, but for the issue on ground. Her boyfriend was possessed by a beast, and his only hope of surviving had been rendered unconscious by a band of silver. Aiden had told her the whole story telepathically. According to him, Anthony had possessed a special power that had been able to subdue the beast for sometime, but with him unconscious, there was no longer hope for that. There was no other werewolf with that power, not even his father whom she heard had gone into safety with the rest of the pack and their guests. The vampires were useless in that area too.Does this mean that her boyfriend is lost to her forever? She thought anxiously, then shook her head the next second. She won't let it"Any ideas?" She asked Prescott telepathically, hoping for a positive response."Perhaps. What about the necklace that Queen Zipfarah had given you?" He asked, and with a startling speed, a short smile slithered its way across Emma's
The beast gritted his teeth, pounding voraciously at the walls of the red transparent ball that covered the entirety of him, especially as he saw the squirrel smirking at him, his arms folded tightly across his chest."Thanks Prescott." Emma said, glad enough that the beast was in a cage at the moment, unable to escape anytime soon. She would think of a way to put the necklace around his neck later."You're welcome, Emma." The squirrel replied, and Freya let out an audible gasp which attracted the attention of the other still stunned people in the hall, for she had just heard Prescott speak with Emma.A talking animal? She shook her head, wondering if she had heard wrong, googling at Prescott who was now looking at her."It's exciting to see another person who can hear me talk." Prescott muttered, before waving at Freya. Emma snorted."How is that possible? Who are you?" Emma asked, letting her gaze rest on Freya."I don't know why I can hear him talk. I guess it's another gift of my
Melvina walked towards her mate, a bit worried. She knew that he was unwell, but she had been surprised when he had gone for the fortitude of a seat, after standing for barely fifteen minutes. It meant that his system was weakening. She blinked back the tears which were threatening to spill from her eyes(for she didn't want to lose him anytime soon), and quickened her steps, all the while, cursing that fateful day which he had been poisoned.The day had been sometime in August, three years ago. There had been a conference meeting which had involved her mate, his brother and the Alphas of some neighboring packs. The conference hadn't taken place in the pack, but at one of the other packs.And that had been where he had been poisoned.She hadn't known how it had happened, or who had been behind it, but her mate had been brought back by the Alpha of the Fauger's pack and one other pack, in a crippling situation on the night of the same day.She still remembered that fateful night like it
Lucille shouted when the sound of the gun shot resonated across the sitting room. Her eyes had been shut too.And perhaps that had been the reason for her astounded gasp the next minute when she opened her eyes and saw that the woman, Sheila, was still standing, her right hand at a ninety degree angle with her body, her palm fisted like she was holding something, and her eyes, oh, they were blazing with fury.More astonishingly, she wasn't bleeding.Lucille darted her gaze from Sheila to her stepfather. He was as astonished as she was, especially when Sheila opened her hand, and let the bullet fall from it. There was not a mark there.Yes, he was surprised, just like Maryanne too, but not daunted.For the next minute, he raised the gun to shoot again.But this time, Sheila was faster.She zapped past Lucille who watched with mouth agape, and knocked off both the man and the gun.She stepped her right foot, which was confined in a chunky boot, on the gun, not fazed at all, her eyes not
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