Emma took notice of the dark green forest, which looked alluring and smelt nice from afar and flanked the small town, and the stares. The stares especially.
It was more prominent now, than before. Was it because she was enroute to the governess house? She didn't think so.
When she had first mentioned it to Maya, her cute friend had refused at first, shaking her head negatively as if it had been a bad idea. Maya had only agreed because she threatened not to forgive her cousin, if she didn't show her the way and accompany her.
It was petty and lame, but it was worth it. She wanted to see Melvina. Since the day she came into her house to call out Derek, and teach her a special recipe, a recipe which she had planned to cook for Derek this weekend before the witchy blondie created a groove between them; she hadn't seen her since then. She wanted to talk to her about anything and everything. She didn't know why she needed to do this actually, but she just felt urged t
Emma could smell Melvina as she sat waiting on the beautiful couch, even before she appeared through the doorway to the sitting room. Her scent always reminded her of something fresh; a fresh Bloomington flower. She committed it to memory to ask of the name of the older woman's skin products. She thought her soap or perfume, whichever one it was, was refreshing."Emma.." Melvina called tentatively, as if tasting the name for the first time on her tongue. But Emma knew it was none of that. The beautiful older woman was just surprised, very suprised to see her at her home.When the little girl, Eva, had dispersed, perhaps running into her room, she had queried Maya endlessly about the family which seemed like royals and why she, Maya, seemed close to them.But Maya had just told her that th
Derek first noticed his mother's uncertain look, her eyes darting towards god-knows-what which was behind his back. "Mom." He called again, not entirely feeling patient at the moment. For some minutes now, he had been perceiving the sweet and heady scent of his little witch, but he had relegated it to what came with wishful longing and thinking. There was no way his little witch could come here. But he had to find Maya first, to get a first hand information of how his mate was doing. He still beated himself up for hurting her. He had been careless. He had even counted himself unfit to be the Alpha. His wold had been right. He was a fool. But his mother wasn't replying, instead she still stared at something remotely adjacent to him. Curiously, he swerved to see what has caught his mot
"Where are we going to?" Emma asked Maya, ignoring Derek who was trailing closely behind them, still withholding herself from asking why he looked shrunk and ten years older."You will see soon." Maya answered, parting the bushes which tried to hinder their movement."Maya.. we are in the forest." Emma reminded, trying to place her emotions properly. She admitted that she was scared, but still, she didn't understand why she felt at home and safe in this large ounce of vegetation.The hangover it is. She thought. "I won't drink again." She muttered, a little bit shocked when Maya swerved her head immediately to stare at her amusedly, after her statement.Did her friend hear her? No, it was impossible. Her voice was barely a whisper.
With his two hands gripping her shaking hands tightly,Derek thinned his gaze on Emma for a second, before sharply turning back to see what had caused his mate's face to ashen in worry and fear.But he saw nothing. He looked around the forest, turning a 360°, checking and scanning the trees, the climbers and shrubs, even to the sky. But there was nothing. Was she playing with him? He thought not. Her face had really and was still ashen with fear. What had she seen?"Babe, calm down." He muttered, hugging her closely to himself, trying to calm her shivering self down."What was that?" She asked, disentangling from the hug, her eyes darting tro and fro like a scared mouse."Could you describe it? I didn't really see
Emma broke away first, hitting her forehead twice, for acting so ashamedly in an open forest. For godsake, the place was enchanted, with deathly apparitions flying around! She screamed in her mind, running her fingers along the long threads of her red hair.Derek wouldn't be the death of her. She thought."Did you hear that?" She finally asked Derek, whose eyes had suddenly become too alert. Though his member still stayed out, hard and red."And put your junior in." She muttered, before turning away, wondering on where the cry had come from. It sounded like a cry for help. They had to be going, perhaps they could find and save the person. Her boyfriend looked strong. She thought, casting a glance at Derek, who was buttoning up his trousers; a reluctant look on his face.
Derek balled his fists, still having a grip on his wolf, as he stared with anger at the little girl whom he could break into two with just a snap of his wolf fingers."Let us go." He said, gritting his teeth, not wanting to dwell on why she needed his mate. His main problem was getting them out of here.He could feel the distraught state of his little witch and he felt bad about it. He wished he hadn't brought her here. He had wanted to show her the Seven Falls, before they had gotten interrupted by the little girl.He rubbed her arms up and down, trying to calm her down. He could understand her state; she was just a week old here, and already, something or someone was looking for her, planning to take her away."Sorry, I can't."
Derek howled in relief as he heard his mother's voice. But she wasn't alone. He thought, picking up Maya's scent, some other scent he couldn't place,and then his father.This realization made him snap his head backward, whining a bit as he saw his father fuming in anger."Azeera let them go." Melvina said, leaving her former group, and stepping between her son and the apparition."I'm not holding your son captive, Melvina." The apparition stated, still holding on to Emma.Melvina soughed, then cocked her head towards her son."What happened?" She asked, expecting him to shift back to his human version.Which he
"Queen of the witches..?" Maya and Derek croaked out, their eyes widening in disbelief. What the hell was the queen of witches want with Emma?"Did she say why she wanted the human?" Melvina asked the apparition, wanting to get to the bottom of the issue already."No, She didn't. She just gave me the message to get her." Azeera replied." Okay. But you have to let her go. Just tell Leonarya that you didn't see her." Melvina said, drawing closer to the apparition." You know I can't. Leonarya doesn't tolerate failure, and she knows I never fail in my mission." Azeera stated, gearing up to zoom away." I don't care." Melvina replied. There was no way she was
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