Derek cussed again and again as he walked steadily towards the door leading to the front porch. He didn't understand his little witch again. It was like she knew that something was really going on, and had expected him to tell her by himself; his avoidance of that, had then upsetted her much to even dodge his kiss.
What does she think is happening? Who does she think I am? Why the sudden question? He thought, turning the knob, to open up the door.
His cousin, stood by the door with a black polyethene bag.
"What's sup." She said, stepping into the living room.
He shrugged in reply, getting a furtive glance from his cousin.
"Okay. Out with it. What happened?" She asked, sitting on one of the couches. "How is she?"
"She is okay." He replied, taking a seat near her.
"Then what is wrong? Why is your face like poop?" She asked, reclining proper
Emma watched the events going on around her from an aloof state, a still aloof observer. She could see Claire and Clem been crowded by friends and well-wishers, she could see little Eva sneaking away pieces of cake from the large when she thought no one was watching, she could also see Melvina discussing deeply with a lady she hadn't seen before, she could see Derek and Maya talking outside the large room with some other guy whom she hadn't met before; she could see all these, but wasn't actually seeing it. Her eyes were roaming around the room, but her mind was roaming in her own room, back at her own house, where she had conversed with a witch the previous night.When Derek had left her in the room, to go check who had been knocking on the door last night, she had first gurbled up the food, since her stomach was howling at her in hunger, before sneaking out of the room, tiptoeing through the short hallway until she got to the entrance of the living room, where
"What are you doing here?" A voice asked, startling Emma as she tried to unwrap the roll of thick white paper. Out of shock at being caught, she dropped the painting on the floor, as she stood up erect. "Turn, let me see you!" The voice said, its tone rising up a bit. Emma swallowed her spittle, her heart beat increasing a bit, as she slowly turned around, preparing herself for whatever might happen. Her eyes widened in fear, as she beheld an older woman, who she was sure was Clem's and Claire's mother. She had their blonde hair and eyes, but her own eyes, her own eyes were cold and calculative. Emma knew she had just fallen into a deep cauldron of hot boiling oil. "Who are you? How did you come here? Where are you from?" The older woman asked, turning up her lips in disgust, as she trailed her eyes from the hair on Em
Claire stood up sharply and stepped back a bit, after removing her hands from Emma's neck reluctantly, as she heard her twin's voice. "Mother, what is happening here? Claire, what are you doing?" Clem asked again, still watching at the duo in front of him. He had been looking for Emma, with the others, ignoring the shreds of pain hehad been feeling which was a sign that his wolf wanted to be let out for the first time, when he had perceived that his sister might have had something to do with the redhead, following her unnatural hatred for his soon to be Alpha's mate. And when he had seen Derek trying to go into the hallways, leading to their respective rooms, he had overtaken him, citing that his mother wouldn't want them transversing in her house and searching for a human, and luckily for him, Derek had obliged, deciding to wait for the outcome of his search, deciding to trust him. And when he had been movin
Clem tightened his hold on Emma's legs, even though he actually felt like dropping her on the floor, but for her already weak state, when he saw his soon to be alpha, Derek walk into the room, looking all angry and furious. His angry Alpha was followed by Maya, Shane, and the Luna of their pack, Melvina. "What is going on here, Clem?" His loud voice boomed again, and Clem could see his twin visibly shaking in dread of what was to come, that he would have loved to tell her 'I told you so..', while his mother stared openly at the Luna with contempt; he had never understood his mother's grievances with Melvina. It was like they were stepsisters at war with themselves, well from his mother's angle though. "Emma fainted." He finally replied, casting furtive glances at his mother and Claire. "Fainted? How?" Maya asked, not believing Clem's words, one bit. She could see that Emma was struggling to breath, and her e
Derek tightened his hold on Emma's laps, withholding himself from dropping his little witch on his cousin's hands, and then giving his beta's twin a slap of his own, as he heard the last words of the troublesome girl. Rather, he ignored her and stared down at his little witch who was breathing faintly. He was sure that they had done something more, the two devious people in front of him, to his mate; only a slap couldn't do this. He stared keenly at Emma till he saw reddish markings on her neck like she had been choked. He swatted the long strands of her red hair obstructing his view of her neck, and gasped, fuming in anger as he got wind of what had just happened. If his beta hadn't come when he did, Claire would have chocked his mate to death, while her mother watched and cheered her on. This knowledge did it for him. With a sharp and fast speed which shocked all those in the room, he passed his little witch to Maya who fo
Emma was dreaming. She saw a bloodied atmosphere. There was blood everywhere. There was war. There were so much killings that from her own standpoint, she hadn't seen anything as it before. It was barbaric, like genocide. But the most weird thing she saw about the battle, was that the battle wasn't among humans, but animals. She saw wolves fighting against each other in a most brutal way, like they were reasoning as humans, knowing whom and when to attack.And then all of a sudden, a huge beautiful black wolf, more larger than the rest, ran up to her gingerly. Surprisingly, she noticed that she wasn't at all scared, but rather concerned about the big black wolf, as she touched his shoulders which were bruised, smiling a bit as it nuzzled her cheek with its nose. But then in a twinkling of an eye, at the last moment, two other big wolves rushed up to her black wolf, biting and scratching him vehemently, and as she shouted and looked on helplessly, a male hu
Derek stared keenly at his little witch, while she refused to share the dream which had caused her to shudder some minutes ago, and while she chose to change the topic. He couldn't help but feel that his mate had started hiding things from him. And he didn't like it one bit. Was she onto something already? Did she know something that he didn't? Has she caught onto their numerous lies? Did Claire and her mother say something, out of the ordinary to her? He thought, his fear increasing by each question. If any of these questions going on his mind has a positive answer, then there would be a problem. His little witch wouldn't trust him again, and inadvertently, she wouldn't tell him any happenings either. "Tell her about us, when there is still time." His wold, Maru, mentioned. Actually this statement had been a mantra on Derek's mind since the last night when he had felt a strange presence in his mate's room. He had also noticed that
Maya stepped towards Emma who was now sitting cross legged on the bed. She had waited by the doorstep because she had felt guilty for the ill fortune that had befallen her new friend. After all, she had sworn to her cousin after their unpleasant experience at the forest, that would protect his mate. Even though that was actually his own work, she had made him understand that since the redhead wasn't a wolf like them, with no high chances of being accepted as the Luna of his pack, he would have to diversify a lot, meaning that he would not always be around her, to avoid suspicious questions and looks from his father and the other pack members.She was the one that could stay around the human without attracting unnecessary attention. She was the one that should be protecting her always. But she had failed in this one single task. She had failed to keep her new best friend from the claws of the jealous and freakish Claire. Her anger still burned hot against C
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