“How old are you, Curtis?” Dobah asked, quite intrigued at the confidence of the young man. Not every son would be bold enough to go against his father, and yes it was different for the daughters. He knew his thinking was old fashioned, but that was the truth. “I am eighteen. Birthday party was a week before Derek's.” Curtis answered, curious as to why the man was interested in him now. “Did anything happen at the party? From what I can decipher, you seem besotted with your father. I can see that by the level of shock that clouds your face when a misdoing of his is mentioned. Your sister doesn’t have that. She has long accepted whose side she would be on.” “Well, I guess the party was where it all changed. As you said earlier, I love my father. Which son wouldn’t? Even though I was uncomfortable with the way he treated Maya sometimes, I still loved him. Then at the party, I noticed that my mother didn’t come for the main party, she stayed back in the room. Actually, she has been re
Kane soughed. To think that the woman had been afraid to tell Nathan about his babies because she was afraid. He shook his head. He didn’t blame the woman, he actually blamed Nathan for not saying anything. Perhaps, if the big man had, perhaps all these could have been averted. The first conflict between the packs could have been avoided for one, because the ancients would have come to play then. So, how would Arnold have gotten away with his plot? Secondly the triplets would have grown up together, and their powers harnessed properly, that would also set back the plan of the wicked. Heck! The plans wouldn’t have resurrected in the first place. This pack would have been the strongest, and his mate wouldn’t have been under fire. He wouldn’t have allowed it. But this was the fates wasn’t it? The fact that nothing happens the way people would want it to, that had been the reason for the prophecy of many centuries, the fate of the pack had been written since a long time ago. It was ju
Collective sighs of relief escaped the mouths of everyone in the room again as Julius made the declaration. For one Sheila had a smile on her face, and a fire in her belly. The anticipation of seeing her mate again was threatening to make her wolf go crazy. The latter was all giddy and up from the information. Sheila herself felt her entire system brimming with expectation, brimming with anticipation of what would happen at their meeting, and what would happen when they are alone in the room. She shivered, thinking of the last time they had spent together. As her eyes moved, they found her daughters staring at her. Both had the same expression-sure of how to feel, and happiness-because she was happy. Nathan would love them. She only hoped that he wouldn’t push her away because she had hidden these treasures of hers away from him. She hoped that he will forgive her. Goddess please. She pleaded, sending another prayer in the air, not knowing how much of that was answered. “Good, t
Another mystery to solve. Derek thought, letting out a sigh. Wasn’t there anything that was just clean cut, and devoid of mystery and complications concerning his mate? Everything about her was so shrouded. He didn’t know why that was so, but he was beginning not to like it, even though he could obviously see that it was for the benefit of them all. If things were clear cut, wouldn’t she have been kidnapped or worse killed by those evil villains? But why hadn’t Tempest written Emma's address in the paper? Was that also part of keeping her safe, should in case the maid was bought over like the matron that Leonarya had paid to hand over Freya? How had Leonarya known that Freya would be at the orphanage? Derek rubbed his forehead with his thumb tiredly, he could feel a headache coming on as a result of thinking and trying to find answers to these questions. But if the address of Emma's home address had been written, then it would have been a piece of cake finding her, even tonight s
After Derek left, there was silence in the dining hall for a few minutes, with every one left to their own thoughts. Then Peter decided to break the silence. “Thank you, Kane, for that. I believe he needed it.” Kane shrugged his shoulders, not finding it necessary to bask under the praise. “It is nothing. As you said, he needed that. It was late, but better late than never.” He looked at Lucille then, when he felt a proud glow overshadowing him. “Are you happy and proud of me, cara mia?” He passed this message through their mindpath, a smile slithering across his lip, when Lucille blessed him with a smile before turning toward a Freya who was quite amused with what was going on. Freya was more amused that she would call her sister, aunt. “I doubt she will like that.” Aiden enthused, finding it funny too. “I know she won't, but I can't help but want to tease her.” Freya replied, through their private path.Aiden shook his head, noticing that Kane's neck just had a patch of red.
“I can’t kill an innocent man...'' Freya kept muttering, her mind going on a faster than light journey through the mini storages in her brain, looking for a cure, anyway to draw Fayot out of his almost dead state. Dead? She couldn’t tag hm that yet. He will not die. Just as her mind was running inventory and checking magical spells, she felt a cold, but at the same time, a warm small hand touch her arm. Startled, she looked up, not because of the hand-for she already knew who it belonged to-no, because of the strangeness of the phenomenon, and why Eva was able to do something like this. She was already feeling the magic aura surrounding her that didn’t come from her mother, Lucille or the ancients. This was different. “Eva..” She croaked out, gaping at little Eva who smiled at her, before giving a nod. Whether the nod was to confirm her identity or to push her to continue, Freya wasn’t sure, but she allowed her eyes to find the people who had taken a few steps away from her when
Eva bristled out of nervousness, under the gazes of the entire people in the room. After Fayot had woken and expressed his heartfelt appreciation, he had fallen into a deep sleep the next second. Freyya had created a large sleeping ball with Eva’s help and had coconned the werewolf into it, so that he would be safe from whatever that would try to end his living on earth. Now, Eva tucked her two hands in between her thighs, more out of a gut instinct, than out of a chain reaction because of fraying nerves. She would think about the reasons later. She noticed too that the base of her hand was itching her, ever since the bite she had experienced, the bite from an invisible thing. She would take a recheck through her body once she returns to the confines of her room. She also needed to talk to Derek about Emma. Hopefully, he would let her into his room.“Eva, how did you do that? How did you…” Melvina’s hand dropped down, worn out from the simple question already. Her daughter had
Emma hummed , an extra bounce to her feet which were tapping on the floor of the cab to the song she was tuning, as the cab turned into her street. She was home. She couldn’t wait to embrace her sister, Amelia, and tell her all that had happened in her life in the past few months. She smiled at the imagery of the shouts and screams and comical faces that Amelia would make as she would recount her adventurelike-tales, but frowned when her mind train zoomed past the betrayal that she had experienced at the hands of a man whom she had thought loved her, and his family. She would make them pay. She thought, not knowing how she was going to do it, but knowing that she would. “We are here, madam.” She heard the driver mention, and heaved out a sigh of relief before grasping one of her bags, the smallest, and stepping out of the car. She waited by the side, as the driver brought out her other bags gingerly from the car and kept it by the foot of the stairs leading to the front door of
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