Same hour that night; USA:The vampire to the left of Dobah(Yodah's uncle; hope you guys remember 💆) suddenly launched himself, wings bursting through his back as he leaped into the air, talons twisting his hands, his face contorting until he wore a razor-sharp beak. Even as he attacked, the second vampire's body rippled with fur and his face lengthened into a long muzzle to accommodate the teeth filling his mouth. While the bird went high, the wolf attacked low. The third vampire wavered until he was transparent, dissolving into droplets of mist streaking toward Dobah.To Blenda's horror, she could see a vine creeping along the ground, a long deadly tendril reaching out toward Dobah's ankle. She pressed a hand to her mouth to keep from screaming. It wouldn't do to distract him. She had to trust in the fact that he was very experienced and would see each and every threat directed at him even though the attacks had been launched simultaneously. "Get home now!" Dobah's voice issued th
He didn't know who Dobah was. She held that realization to her. It was ammunition, might have shock value when she needed it most. His head was beginning to move from side to side, a slow reptilian motion that was curiously hypnotic. Blenda knew better than to focus her attention too closely on the movement. Something about it fascinated her, yet at the same time repelled her. That was warning enough. He blinked his hooded, blood-red eyes just once. (Okay guys... another pointer...vampires have red eyes, and love reptilian motions)She blurred her image and that of the stranger, jerking the human with her as she sped with preternatural speed just as the vampire struck, grabbing for her with his clawed hands. She felt the wind of his strike as he missed her by scant centimeters. The creature shrieked his anger, whirling in a cloud of dirt and twigs, a powerful dust devil towering high, blackening the air around them. Blenda's heart was pounding in alarm. She had succeeded in angering
Blenda watched as a smile slithered across Kane's lips before he gave her a reply."Perhaps." He replied tentatively. "So, what happens if I am?" He asked her, and she gave no reply. She had actually none to give him, other than the fact that he would be an added worry to her lifemate.But she was puzzled that he did not appear as foul to her as the other vampires she had encountered over the centuries. Was he so good at illusion that even an ancient such as she could not recognize what was foul and wholly evil? His power was very disturbing to her.His broad shoulders shrugged in a lazy ripple. "I do not allow others to interfere in our game. You are an anchor he weighs himself down with. A pawn I can use against him when I so desire. What is between my brother and me shall remain so always. Any who dares to interfere, hunter or vampire or woman, will die at my choosing." He replied, giving her the answer to her first question.She tilted her chin. "What are you going to do with me?"
Immediately Emma stepped out of the big hall, she fell to the ground on her knees, right outside there under the visibility of the full moon, and began to weep. Her palms on the ground too supporting her frame, she cried, cursing whatever fate had befallen the way.When she felt Prescott's hairy tail on her right hand, she sniffed in and turned, sitting down on the floor in her gown.In Front of her were Aiden, Yodah, Julius, Freya, Ava and Maya. Prescott was right beside her.They all had pitiful faces on.She didn't like that.She had never liked to be pitied, but right at this moment, she couldn't help but not care. Her heart was thoroughly broken. She felt like dying."You are not dying, at least not yet." Prescott said to her telepathically, and she twerked her nose with her index finger and thumb, curbing the catarrh that was incoming. She wasn't in the mood to be plagued by a running nose.But Prescott was right. Her time to die hadn't come yet. At least she had to ensure reven
Standing outside her house with Aiden, Julius, Yodah and Freya; Emma waited impatiently for the attackers to surface. Her hands were itching for battle. This would be a good outlet to release the pent up frustration and anger she has been feeling.Her eyes darted around the environment for any sign of the intruders, but she saw nothing. Only their scent told of their presence.Where are they? She thought, balling her fists, aware that Aiden had turned around, his back facing the house, in case an attack should come from the back. They were all at alert, including Freya. She wondered if the other red head could also change to a dragon. She cocked her one side in thought, ruminating on the coolness of the fact.Beside her, looking tiny and small as usual was Prescott. He was also looking around, bouncing on his tiny feet as he did so.The first person to show up was a little girl who drifted out of the front door, clutching a rag doll, looking all lost and lonely.Emma scoffed."That's
Five minutes later:"How long are we still gonna wait?" Emma rasped out.It was obvious to the others that she was terribly impatient at this moment, and at risk to make a rash decision which might not benefit them at all."We are not waiting any longer." Aiden stated wisely, knowing that anything apart from this would only incite Emma's impatience the more."Okay. So, what's the plan?" Emma asked, folding her arms across her chest, pleased with Aiden's answer.Aiden was silent. He wasn't sure of the next step. It was quite tricky.Then Julius made a suggestion."We can't move in directly first, it's quite risky." He started, staring at Emma unblinkingly. Emma nodded, understanding the point, egging him to continue."We have to make them come out from the house, including the forest if they are here." He said, and Emma unfolded her right arm, and gave him a thumbs up.At least someone was thinking in her direction. For the only way to do this suggestion of his was to create a fire.Sh
"So, who is heating up the house?" Yodah asked, cracking his knuckles, ready for a little fun. Yes, that's how he saw the upcoming fight that was about to happen; fun.Prescott shrugged."I can heat up the house and regulate the temperature with Freya. Emma will stay with me." He said, aware that Freya would hear and tell the others.When she did, the others nodded, agreeing with his suggestion. They had seen his display back at the big hall at the Blue Moon's Pack, and were sure that he was a good fit for the Job. Theirs were to battle.But Emma was not.She shook her head, after Freya was done communicating with the others, not agreeing entirely with the suggestion, surprising the others. They were wondering what could be her problem now. She answered their thoughts the next minute."I can't stay with Prescott, looking around and waiting for you guys to be done with battle. I want to fight too. I need to fight. I know I can. I had learnt taekwondo too. I believe I'm good. I'm not st
The first wizard to show up, came rushing out of the forest, obviously scared, with steam pouring all over his body.Aiden responded, by crippling him, not just his physical self, but his mental state, and inner organs, such that the wizard couldn't lift his hand to mutter a spell or do anything. He just fell to the floor, looking like a lost person, a mentally deranged person.Seeing this, Emma mused.If this was the way the battle would happen, then she was sure that she wouldn't be fighting after all. The vampires were just too strong. In a blink of an eye, a wizard was down already. Perhaps this had been what Prescott had suspected, and had told her to stay by his side. Since she wouldn't be doing anything, she might as well not be in a position where she would be a liability to the vampires."Good. I told you so." She heard Prescott taunt in her mind, and hissed softly, not ready for banter. She could see the wizards and some witches stepping out of the house, some were rubbing t
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