Derek sighed. He looked at his parents for the third time. There was nothing. They were still in shock. His eyes slipped to Agrip who had been standing all this while beside Ava, his daughter. When had the man stand up from his seat?The man was muttering to himself whilst staring at the group of seven. He would have loved to mind-link the old man and ask him what he thought about the term ancients, but a lot of people were in the hall, and there was no way he could ask that, without it filtering into the thoughts of others. Since he had no private mind path with Agrip, it was almost impossible to send him a message directed specifically to him, in a crowd full of his pack members, unless with intense concentration. He hasn’t heard of anyone being able to do it though.Ancients.Perhaps he could draw the meaning from the mythology book on his history’s teacher’s desk. One time, the man had told him to get his class’s scripts on the table in his office. He had been done collecti
Watching Dobah spew out curses at the term vampire, caused Peter to sigh. It seemed to him that this meeting would go on far more than he had anticipated. His pack needed a lot of explanations. And that was okay. His only regret was that the girl, Emma, wasn’t here. He still couldn’t believe that he had ousted his son's mate. What father does that? He shook his head. He couldn’t believe himself. How had he forgotten that the girl had been the sole reason for the reckless search of the black queen? Hadn’t Melvina’s friend, the witch who had saved his son in that forest from the phantom, mentioned that Emma couldn't be an ordinary human; for her to be on the radar of the powerful witch, Leonarya? How had he ignored that? How had he ignored the fact that the girl looked like Sheila? How had he forgotten the professor’s fascination in her?He soughed. He had actually known that she wasn’t ordinary, but he had let his emotions rule again. And now his pack might pay for his mistakes. H
Hearing the reverential tone in Agrip’s voice, Derek swallowed, knowing that his mentor wouldn’t employ that tone unless the ancients were really worthy of the title. He needed to hear more.“Okay, Uncle. So, what else about them?” He asked, shifting in his seat. He saw Freya glare at him, and sniffed in sharply, turning away from her direction. He understood the girl’s distrust of him.Agrip sighed, then began to speak again.“The term “ancients” is a significant concept in history. In one of the history books, the ancients refer to a group of powerful and ancient beings who have lived for thousands of years. They possess exceptional supernatural abilities and are deeply connected to the earth and its elements. They are portrayed as the oldest and most powerful beings in existence. They are revered and feared by vampires, as well as by humans and other supernatural creatures. Their origins are shrouded in mystery, and they are believed to have been created by a higher power or divin
After Agrips’s description of what he knew about ancients, the entirety of the hall was booked with silence. No one said a word. There was a hush in the atmosphere, so much so that if a pin would drop, the sound was bound to echo. To start with, Anthony sat with his mouth hung open. After hearing Agrip’s explanation, he now understood that the stories of heroes past that his mother had regaled him with during bed time were not altogether false. Those beings had existed, still existed, and he was actually lucky to meet them facially. As a matter of fact, they had been right in front of him the whole time. To think his pack and he, had assigned the name vampires to them, those detestable disgusting creatures? Oh god, it seemed that this period, his pack was cocooned in making a lot of mistakes, starting with Emma. He could now see why he had always felt a thread of connection with the mouthy redhead. She was his little cousin, and he hadn’t been able to protect her, nor had he been
“I am not my father, Aunt Sheila.” Maya repeated, a tear dropping from her right eye. She had seen the instant look that had clouded Sheila's face when they had disengaged from the hug, a long haul from the happy look that had been on Sheila’s face when she had noticed her for the first time. And of course, she had put two and two together, that Sheila as sharp as ever had picked up the murmurings of the people. Well, she hadn’t been surprised. She had known that the pack had been skeptical about the return of her and her family. She had also known that the pack didn’t understand her uncle's affiliation with her family. And she hadn’t cared at first. Yes, she hadn’t cared to prove her loyalty to them. The only people she had cared about proving herself to was her immediate family, to Derek and to Eva, but not to the pack who was as fickle as anything fickle. But Aunt Sheila was different. After her mother and Melvina, the woman was the next mother figure. She had loved her s
Melvina smiled, grateful that Maya had released some hateful brunt on her son’s shoulders, although she knew that things were far from being over, until they found Emma. According to Anthony, Emma had flown back to her place in the United States. Well, that was better since it narrowed down their search. She felt her hand enclosed by her mate's and breathed out, seeking to relax herself further. She understood his gesture because it was something that he had over the years whenever he senses she was troubled. It told her that everything would be okay, and that they would always find a way to fix everything, no matter what. And just as always, she believed him. They would find Emma, and they would fix their son’s relationship, and they would win this war which was approaching, which she remembered now that Emma had foretold, when she had confided in them about her dreams. Yes, it was true that they had made mistakes, but they will surely overcome it all with persistence and determi
CHAPTER 483“A witch? Tempest? Was the witch Tempest?” Sheila asked, a ring of hope and happiness in her voice. Since she had been out of coma, she had been wondering what her friend was up to, and how many children the witch had now. The last time they had spoken, Tempest had been helping her keep her secret, whilst planning her marriage with Stark. How were they both? Did they have children? From the intel she had gathered whilst looking for her daughters, she had found out about Leonarya who had betrayed the community, just like Arnold had betrayed this pack. Birds of the same feather. She mused, also wondering how Queen Zipfarah would be feeling with her daughter waging war against her. Sheila knew that she needed a lot of updates. She couldn't wait to meet Tempest. The latter would fill her first hand on what has been going on in the community, and also help her brush up her spells. It was the latter that had first discovered her mage gifts and taught her how to harness it.
“Now, please Sheila, I know that you are talking from a place of anger, and I am sorry that we failed your expectations, but please don’t forget the goal for all these discussions; that we know the next step to take concerning the stuff going around in the supernatural world right now. Please, I plead that you be lenient with us.” Peter advocated, obviously not at peace with his wife bearing the brunt of Sheila's anger and pain.“Lenient? Were you being lenient when you ousted my daughter from the pack? When you convinced your son, whom I can see has no mind of his own even though he is a Lycan, to reject his mate for reasons best known to you? Now, we are on that, now that I have known why a phantom was after my daughter, can you tell me why you ousted my daughter from her pack?” Sheila asked, her hands still folded across her chest, her eyes blazing with anger, such that a few tremors were beginning to upset the floors of the halls; a happening that didn’t go unnoticed by the people
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