Emma and Amelia’s attention drifted to the area that Prescott pointed to, their eyes widening when they saw a sheet of paper that seemed to have been folded and stashed within a crack in the wooden walls. It was almost non-existent that Emma wondered how Prescott had seen it, had noticed it and had called it out. She had cleaned the cabin after all, from top to bottom, and she hadn’t seen the crack. “What do you think it is?” She heard Amelia ask, and shrugged her shoulders. No other way to find out than to actually check it out. She stood up from the sofa and walked to the wooden wall with little cracks on it.Heaving in a deep breath, she pulled the paper by the tail, hoping that it actually meant something and not some second-thought attempt to close a crack in the wall. But even as she rolled the paper out of its rumpled statement, she knew that it meant something. Could her mother have left her a message?Beside her was Amelia who still had Prescott in her arms. ‘If you see th
Silence descended in the hall as Sheila's question hung in the air. The people surrounding the table, which had moments ago been caught up in Nathan’s mild accusation against Jan, now turned their attention to the subject of Eva.During the reunion of Nathan, and his family, Shane had been the first to notice Yodah carrying an unconscious Eva in his arms. His gasp of alarm had attracted the others, and cut short the reunion, at least until Yodah had vaguely told what had happened, and until they had confined her to bed rest, this time borne out of magic.It was clear to everyone present that something was terribly wrong with the little girl.Yodah broke the silence first. "Eva was not herself," He began, his voice steady but filled with concern. "Yes, she had attacked first, just like she had attacked Esther, but it was not her doing. As I mentioned earlier, Eva is currently possessed. I’m not sure by what, but Prescott had been the one to actually knock her unconscious before disa
Emma found the white chalk underneath the sofa that she and Amelia had been sitting on earlier, and she wondered if it was a coincidence-If her mother had calculated that she would sit on this chair. Emma sighed for her lame assumptions, and brought the white chalk to Prescott who was still on the floor, by the paper, muttering words that Emma couldn’t understand. “Here.” Prescott looked up then, and not stopping his incantations, collected the chalk from Emma and drew a circle on the bare wooden floor, with a question mark in the middle. Then, he dropped the paper inside the circle. His chanting became louder after that. Emma took a step back, and knocked shoulders with Amelia who was watching Prescott with fascination. “I really should have followed you to England…” Amelia muttered, with a pout. Emma laughed, though subdued, so as not to disturb Prescott. “You can still come. After all, your roommate is back there.” Amelia shrugged her shoulders. “You know when I had seen
"The ritual we must perform to cleanse Eva of the demon's possession is ancient and powerful," Nathan began, his voice carrying the weight of centuries-old wisdom. "It is a rite passed down through generations, designed to purge even the darkest of forces."Peter, sitting across from Nathan, leaned in, his eyes reflecting a mix of hope and fear. The others remained silent, hanging on Nathan's every word."First, we will need to form a protective circle around Eva," Nathan explained, gesturing to the empty space void of furniture; as if to say that the space could be used. "Salt, iron, and holy water must be placed at the cardinal points to create a barrier that the demon cannot cross. Each of us will hold a lit candle, symbolizing the light that will drive out the darkness."He paused now, taking on a deep breath, as if his next words were quite heavy. “I’m not with the book needed for this, but I think I still have the incantation in my head. Ah, I would have brought our healer, if
“Who is Annabel?” Amelia asked after Emma had dropped the phone with a relieved sigh. “That hadn’t been part of the information you had instructed Prescott to pass to me after he had created the mind path between us.” “That is because I don’t have the information. Whoever Annabel is, she didn’t come up during my stay at the pack, or during my stay with Emma. And if you don’t know her too, then she isn’t a childhood friend. She must be new.” Precott folded his arms across his chest, as he began to ruminate on how Annabel had fallen into the equation. Emma decided to save them both from the time that might be wasted, after all Annabel would soon send the address. And if Amelia’s master was as dogged as her sister had made him out to be, then there was a possibility that he was already on his way here. They needed to be out of here as soon as possible. “I met her on the airplane. She is a new person, my newest friend.” The furrow that appeared on the forehead of both her sister and P
As Emma, Amelia, and Prescott materialized at the gates of Annabel's mansion, they were met with a sight that took their breath away. The mansion stood proudly atop a hill, its grandeur unmistakable even from a distance. Surrounded by vast expanses of land, with a dense forest looming nearby, the house seemed to exude an aura of mystery and intrigue.The mansion itself was a testament to old wealth and opulence, its imposing facade adorned with intricate carvings and ornate details. Gargoyles perched ominously on the corners of the roof, their stone forms weathered by time but still retaining an air of silent vigilance.The gates through which Emma, Amelia and Prescott had arrived were wrought iron, their intricate designs hinting at the wealth and power that lay beyond. As they passed through, the gates creaked open with an eerie sense of anticipation, as if welcoming them into a world of secrets and shadows.The driveway leading up to the mansion was lined with ancient trees, their
“Margo!” Sheila shouted when she saw Margo step into the sitting room. Nathan had communicated to her through their mind path that they had found two witches by name Keturah and Tempest. At first, she had thought that her mate was pranking her-it was one of his attributes-but then Peter had confirmed it. And since then she had been sitting at the edge of her seat, waiting for their arrival.It took her a minute while she was hurrying to meet and hug her old friend to notice that the latter was carrying Eva at her back, to notice that Eva was cocooned in a ball of energy. She would think about that later. She had decided right before she flung her hands around Margo’s neck, embracing the witch tightly to herself, knowing that it was magic that was keeping Eva in place, and not Margo’s hands. “I thought you were dead.” “Well, I would have been if Ketura didn’t come to save me from Leonarya’s dungeon.” Sheila looked aside then, to see the lady who had been the prodigy of Tempest at
“So, how did you guys get here so fast?” Annabel asked Emma after they all had dinner. They were reclining on sofas in the smaller sitting room which didn’t befog Emma’s mind like the big one.After Annabel had found them at her doorstep, after they had exchanged pleasantries, she had taken them to the rooms which she had been preparing for them before the knock had sounded on the door. At first, Annabel had thought it was an intruder, someone lost, knocking on the door. Over the months and years, she had usually gotten them, people that lost their way, and seeing an old gigantic mission in the middle of nowhere, had thought to seek refuge. Some, she gave refuge. Some, she turned away. She was very skilled in knowing the intent behind a request. But then she had found Emma, the new friend that she had made on the airplane, the girl who had the fate of this particular earth in her hands. That was huge work. She had thought when she had been let in on the destiny of Emma, by whateve
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