Lucille was confused. Seeing Sheila's current state of shock was a bit confounding. What was the matter? She thought, reviewing the dream that she had just had, correlating it with her words, to see if she had made a mistake in her recantation or had mentioned something wrong. But tried as hard as she may, she couldn't pin point anything that should leave her mother this way. Unless...she thought and looked up at Sheila, her eyebrows furrowed; unless the dream really meant something, and her mother happened to know what it means. The more she reasoned it this way, the more it made sense. Her mother knew what her dream meant, a meaning that must be shocking."Mom..." She started, wanting to ask about the dream's interpretation, but Sheila as if knowing what her daughter wanted to ask, stood up quickly from the bed, and stalked to the door, without looking back."Eat up your food first. We can always talk later." She said, before leaving the room.Lucille sighed, watching her mother sca
Lucille stared at her mother after the latter had proposed to tell a story if she would just calm down, and sighed. She took in a deep breath before sitting down on the bed again, curiosity winning over her unbelief."Okay, I am ready." She said, clutching her palms together, so tightly that they began to sweat. Sheila soughed, and nodded. "Okay, my dear. Here it goes." "I am a werewolf, a hybrid actually. I am a werewolf and a witch." She started, and Lucille shot up from the bed again, her hand to her chest."Stop..." She mentioned. "Stop please..." She pleaded, not wanting the story to be true. She just wanted to be human. What was this all about now?"You are lying..." She said, even her guts believed the words of her mother. This was the truth, nothing else."Lucille, I understand that whatever I am saying now might be too much for you to handle, but I believe that it's necessary for you to know. From the dream you had, it is possible that the time is near. You can't afford to
Derek heard the first knock, the second and the third knock, but it didn't spur him out of his bed. He felt so weak and tired that movement would be a huge responsibility at the moment. He just wanted to stay on the bed, without being disturbed by anyone. He wanted to cry ever since last night, but the tears refused to come out, but his heart bled, his wolf has been silent too. He was alone in this misery. Perhaps, if he was an ordinary human, he would have thought of committing suicide. But he wasn't that. He was now an Alpha with a pack to run, and he had denied his mate for the sake of the same pack.Was it worth it? He thought, rolling to the other end of the bed, hoping for a way he could stop the pain in his heart, especially as he remembered the words of Emma last night. She had of course known that she was his mate, and she had gone ahead to reject him. But he didn't really blame her. He had denied her first, and not just privately, but in public. Who does that? He wondered, h
"He still didn't open the door right?" Melvina asked Anthony who was resting his back on the wall of the kitchen. By both of his sides were the other guys. Leo was with them now. He had joined them in the passageway when the had gone to check on Derek, and tell him the recent news about Claire and Curtis. But their newest Alpha hadn't opened the door. They had sauntered to the kitchen after that. Melvina was preparing some meal for lunch. And the girls weren't back yet."No, he didn't. I'm thinking of breaking down the door. We can always put up a new one later." Anthony cited, and Melvina shook her head."That won't be a good idea. Trust me. I think we should give him more time. Losing his mate is taking a toll on him. It wouldn't be easy." She stated, even as she stirred the yet to be meal in the pot."True though. Has anyone seen Esther?" Leo asked, thinning his eyebrows. He had been trying to get a hand on the witch, but it seemed that she didn't want to be found. He hadn't seen h
A smile slithered across Melvina's lips as she watched Derek stroll into the kitchen, with his two hands inside the pockets of his denim jeans. She had actually been expecting that he would take more time to recuperate emotionally, but it seemed that he will be fine. There was even an almost invisible smile on his lips. When she noted him walking to the kitchen counter, she smiled wider. Her son was hungry. She thought, even as she patted him on his arms, aware that the others in the kitchen were as astonished as she was."The food would be ready soon. You can try out some fruits in the refrigerator." She said, and he nodded, turning away from the cooking pot to the refrigerator.He opened it, and took out an apple. A bite into it, and he swirled around to face Anthony."As I was saying before, you had to do this for the pack. You don't have to go deep with her, thereby toying with her emotions. No, not at all. Just be a good friend with a good listening ear. I am sure that if she is
"Have you booked the flight yet?" Freya asked Emma and she nodded, her eyes unable to stop themselves from landing on Eva who was still sulking after she had learnt that she was travelling back home tomorrow morning."She really likes you. And she is going to miss you too." Freya said, following the train of Emma's eyes.Emma sighed, and looked away. She will miss the little angel too. But what could she do? She could never stay here. After all they had banished her from the community, so she couldn't even stay here. Her house was somehow included in the pack's territory, and she was beginning to wonder how and why. According to Maya, humans never lived here, and were never allowed to buy houses here. So, how had her father gotten this apartment? Maya had also mentioned the beautiful woman that had always lived here, Sheila. She remembered that the name was just the same name that Melvina had called on that first day that they had met. Maya and Melvina had both said that the woman loo
"Yodah, what did you say?" Freya asked, gulping down her saliva, her hands already shaking.Emma slipped her right hand over hers, even whilst wondering what was wrong, and who was Dobah.They both had been basking under an atmosphere of camaraderie when the younger vampire had spoken about a certain Dobah who was already searching for them, and was on his way here. Who was that? Another vampire? Perhaps a guardian?She wasn't sure, but she knew she would get answers."My father is on his way here. Mother too. I think they have tracked us down. Uncle Kane too. Although, Dad is complaining that uncle Kane is still underground... perhaps not used to walking under the sun with the aid of the ring. They are waiting till he gets up." Yodah mentioned.Emma could tell he was also nervous.Was his Dad that bad? She wondered, her eyes traveling the short distance to Aiden and Julius. The twins were not nervous, not at all. Another emotion was present on their faces. Surprise. Shock.Why was th
Kane heard his brother and his lifemate whispering right above him. They were a bit worried about his still sleepy state.But he has already woken up. It was just that his mind was in a bit of turmoil concerning the dream he had just had.A dream that when he had woken up, had his heart pounding so fast, with bloodred tears streaking his face and grief overwhelming him. He replayed the dream in his mind again.The Dream ( in present tense):A woman's despairing cry echoed in his soul, tearing at him, reprimanding him, drawing him back from the edge of a great precipice. And he was starving. Every cell in his body craved blood. He was somewhere, underground. The hunger raked at him with merciless claws until a red haze covered his sight and his pulse hammered with the need for immediate sustenance. Desperate, he scanned the area above his resting place for the presence of enemies and, finding none, burst through the rich layers of soil, into the air, his heart thundering in his ears,
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