"What is wrong with you?!" Prescott shouted in Emma's mind, but Emma shrugged, not giving a reply.But Prescott continued."We were almost done finishing them off. Why did you open your big mouth to spoil all our plans? Huh? Must you do this?" He asked, and Emma snorted, building a shield all over her mind, cutting him off.She wanted to fight. She wanted to release the tension and anger that had coiled up her nerves. Why didn't they understand that?"She shut me out." Prescott whined, throwing up his hands as if in tired surrender.Freya soughed, not knowing what to say.She was only aware that the guy, whoever he was, was so happy about the newest development. She didn't know why Emma had thought it wise to bring up this matter, but she was afraid and knew that the former had little or no chances of winning.So, why would she do it? Why would she disrupt their well laid plans?Beside her, Yodah, Aiden and Julius stared at Emma with wide disbelieving angry eyes.Julius spoke then."W
Emma sniffed again, letting her hand run across her nose, as she stood up to her full height, her hands on her waist, staring amusingly at Casper who was staring at her suspiciously."Are you sure about that?" She asked, piquing her right eyebrow at a Casper who shrugged, not sure of what he was thinking about this new outlook of Emma."Let's go then." She muttered, gearing up, feeling the energy swirling deep within her. A smile slithered across her lips as she felt her hands spark like electricity. She could literally feel herself floating, even though she was studded on the ground.With a crooked smile on her lips, she beckoned on a confused Casper to come close and fight, or perhaps do some of his power manifestations.Casper smirked, then came closer to Emma. If only he had foreseen what would happen in a twinkle of an eye, he would have conceded defeat, or stuck to the fist fighting without powers.He threw a punch first, shrouded with fire, but Emma dogged it sharply.Quickly,
"Emma, you have to let him go, so that we can bury him." Aiden said, squatting at that precise moment of his speech close to Emma who had refused to let Casper go. She clung unto his dead body, not still believing that she had killed someone, and worse, her brother. Yes, he had been her brother, and he had still loved her despite his act of betrayal. She understood now that his painful kicks against her ribcage had been a desperate act for survival, having known even then, that she wasn't the Emma he had known and loved. She still blamed herself, and Derek for the death of Casper.Derek will pay. She thought, repeating the statement over and over in her head like a mantra, such that she paid no heed to what Aiden was saying. Putting Casper into the ground would make his death so real. She wasn't sure she was ready for that. She wasn't sure she was ready to be termed a murderer."You are not a murderer." She heard Prescott say in her mind, and furrowed her eyebrows, wondering how her m
In the morning, Emma woke up with a burning fever. Holding her head which was pounding, and drawing herself to sit up straight on her bed, she noticed, with a sideways glance, that Freya was on her bed, asleep. She sighed as she watched Freya sleep like she was dead to the world. The latter looked so calm and innocent, so like her, only that she was just as dead, since her heart wasn't beating. But Emma knew better. She knew that vampires, for what they were, always shut down their heart whenever they wanted to sleep. She didn't know the reason though. She was actually surprised when she saw Freya on her bed. She had been expecting her to lie underground.Gently, so that she wouldn't cause Freya to stir from her sleep, she slipped out of the sheets to the floor. She needed to refreshen. She felt like someone who was bashed by an incoming train.She stepped around the bed, to get to the wardrobe, believing that some of her clothes should still be in there; for when Melvina had asked he
Who was that again?" Emma thought, sitting apprehensively in her seat, not knowing if she should check it out or sit it out. She wasn't in the mood to banter or fight with anyone. She just needed peace and quiet. She believed she deserved that at least, seeing that the well laid plans she had had for her life in and out of college had been disrupted and changed by a simple prophecy and someone undeserving of her love.The knock came again and again, and she stood up after taking in a deep breath, walking from her present location to the sitting room, her hands in the front pockets of her sweat pants.At the door, she hesitated a bit, breathing in deeply before touching the knob and turning it.A smile slithered across her lips the next second when she saw who was behind the door.Standing, looking a bit nervous and shaken were Maya, Ava, and Eva.Her smile especially widened when she saw the little girl looking up at her with wide eyes, eyes rimmed with unshed tears.She didn't want t
Emma has devoured three pancakes with syrup already, whilst watching and listening to the three girls talk and ramble about school and college. Eva was taking the lead in her class.But why won't she? Emma thought. She was an Alpha's daughter. Her cognitive abilities should be higher than the rest in her class.She wanted to ask her about the young boy that usually walked with her, but decided it was better to ask in secret, not wanting to embarrass the little girl who had confided in her.All through their talks, they never mentioned Derek and the family. Just other things.They didn't want to set her mood off.And she was appreciative of their thoughtfulness.Currently, they were talking about the possibility of Freya and Yodah joining the Lakers university, and about Leo going back to Curtis' pack."Emma, do you think the duo would attend our college?" Ava asked, her fingers confined in the middle of her laps. Emma had a feeling that the question was a sequel to an unknown main que
The glances of the four people in the sitting room shifted to the direction of the passageway when Freya stepped into the room. The surprised look on her face told the story that she hadn't been expecting visitors this morning.Eva was the first person to speak."Hey...who are you? Why do you like Emma? Are you twins?" The little girl asked, her voice tainted with confusion and underlying excitement. She hadn't seen Freya at the party. She hadn't actually been at the party. Melvina had tucked her into bed early so that she wouldn't be in danger in case the supposed war broke out.Freya smiled at the beautiful girl, already knowing that the latter was Derek's little sister. They had an uncanny resemblance. Seeing her here, she was sure that the girl had a good relationship with Emma, which Derek's betrayal hadn't even broken."My name is Freya. And yes, I am Emma's sister." Freya replied, winking at Emma who shrugged, not interested in arguing over the fact. To an outsider, it would be
The smiles on the faces of the girls widened when Yodah stepped into the room with Aiden and Julius. Yodah had of course let them know about the presence of the morning visitors, so they hadn't be surprised seeing them lounging and smiling on the sofa, and for one, Julius had already known of Ava's presence, even whilst beneath the ground. "Good morning girls..." The trio greeted, and the girls replied their greetings. Eva's confusion increased the more. She was wondering who were these guys now. She hoped that one of them had no thing already for Emma. The likelihood had her thinning her eyebrows and folding her arms across her chest, her face devoid of a smile. No guy was having Emma apart from her brother. No, not on her watch."Hello, little one.." Yodah greeted, squatting to the height of Eva when he noticed the slight scowl on her face. She hadn't spoken to him either, or responded to their greetings, rather she was glaring at them. He thought that it was because they were stra
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