Lucille's eyes lit up. "Move in with us? How?" She asked. "I could marry your mother and be your father. Not like John, of course, but as your stepfather. I think it would help your mother, and I'd sure like to be here for you and little Mathew. But only if you want me, honey. Otherwise, I won't even talk to Maryanne about it." Lucille smiled at him. "That's why you brought the flowers, isn't it? Do you think she'll really do it? Is there a chance?" She inquired, biting her lips worriedly. "I think I can persuade her. The only time you get a break around here is when I have you on our training course. You're getting to be quite a marksman, too." Tyler replied."Marks person, Uncle Tyler," Lucille corrected with a sudden teasing grin. "And the other night in karate class I kicked Don's butt." The only time she found herself laughing anymore was when Uncle Tyler took her off to the Special Forces training area and they played soldier. Female or not, Lucille was becoming someone
Outskirts of Blue moon's pack,4:30pm..Freya opened her mouth, then shut it as she tried to process the information that the werewolf had just given out.Her mother had captured Emma? She shook her head, not believing it. What was her mother's business with Amelia's sister?Besides her, Yodah was battling with confusion too. Already, he was asking Aiden telepathically for tiny bits of how the Emma was. It seemed the latter wasn't an ordinary human, if the werewolf was in search for her, and believed that Leonarya had taken her.Aiden, ridden with shock too, got himself fast enough to relay telepathically his whole blueprint on his entire dealings with Emma, excluding the night he had compulsed her to want him greatly. He didn't think Freya would want to know that. She would be hurt, even though it hadn't been entirely his fault. He had thought she was the one. He had seen colors with her around, even though limitedly. And now she was missing? Could that be why he had been feeling a
"Show off…" Yodah mused, as he watched Anthony march graciously away from them. He could swear that the guy had intentionally added some more style to his gait, if not why was his behind shaking that way? But he had to admit that the wolf was bigger than the ones his uncles shifted to whenever they wanted to run with other wolves at night.Talking about his uncles, he wondered if they had awoken."You are just jealous that his wolf is more beautiful than the ones you have seen, more beautiful than yours." Freya stated, amused at the note of jealousy dripping from her friend's voice.She had been shocked out of her wits when the handsome guy had suddenly shifted to a large wolf before she could blink her eye. Were they that fast? She thought, remembering the incidence when he had suddenly appeared behind them. He was cool. "Stop admiring him. I could do all that and more." Aiden fussed, unhappy that another male had managed to squeeze out an ounce of attraction and attention from his
Anthony running in his wolf form towards one of the packs surrounding their region was swamped in thoughts. And what else could that be, if not about the duo he had met in the forest some minutes ago. One was like the professor, vampires who could walk under the sun, and the other was half the kind of the latters, and resembled so much like Emma. He didn't believe it was just a look-alike conspiracy. And weirdly, he felt connected to her like he had felt with Emma. What was even wrong with him? He didn't know, and so he couldn't tell. This month especially had been filled with a lot of questioning events that piqued his curiosity cup till it was threatening to overflow its banks. "Time reveals all things." His wolf, Loki, mentioned, but he sighed, knocking the statement off. He was not in the mood for motivational quotes. He needed answers. "Like it or not. I am right." Loki insisted, and he was almost tempted to shift back to his human form, but for the journey which was still g
Derek nodded, in agreement with Maya's statement. He also remembered that Ava, whilst talking to them about the characteristics of the vampires, had mentioned their inability to feel, or even see colors.So, what was Anthony talking about?Once again, he believed that his brother might be wrong this time around.Melvina corked her head to one side, ruminating on the topic. "It can't be…" She muttered, jerking up her head as a sudden realization hit her.At the same time, her gaze met with that of Arnold."No, it is not possible. It was documented that their kind had been annihilated many centuries ago. It can't possibly be them. There were no survivors." Arnold mentioned, shaking his head, having known what his mate was thinking. "How do you know that? They might have just said that to protect the few that might have survived the attack, or how else would you explain the life mate term. It is only specific to them." Melvina pointed out, signing as she took notice of the shades of co
Leonarya balked, unable to handle the reins of her shock when she heard Freya's question. Her mind was shot with a lot of thought missiles, unaware that Aiden was slightly creeping into her thoughts slowly so as not to alarm her of his presence.She didn't suspect the keenness of her daughter's stare on her. Rather, it unnerved her the more.How had Freya found out? Had they met?These two questions kept repeating themselves in her mind like a mantra, and she felt perturbed and on edge. After all, she hadn't recruited the girl yet into her divine plan. Things were getting out of shape. Why had she come back in the first place even?Now that she thought of it, she concluded that her daughter's excuse of wanting to bond was so lame. They haven't had any bonding time since she had returned. If anything, they were divided the more!"Mom, didn't you get my question? Should i rephrase it?" Freya asked, ignoring Yodah's surprised look. He hadn't be expecting her brashness to the whole thing.
Emma paced outside the door of the inner courts, getting impatient by the passing second. At the other side was Prescott; he was seated calmly on a bench, staring at her prancing movements with tired but amused eyes, not understanding she was this jumpy, after all, the Queen had sent for them quite alright. Also, he was sure that the boy, whoever he was that had her tied in knots, would be having his party by late evening. He had mentioned this to her on more than one occasion, but his words had fallen on deaf eyes ever since she had woken from her slumber. Was she in love with the boy that much?Emma glared at Pintel, Zipfarah's main guard for the umpteenth time. But the elf was unbothered, unfazed by her glares which had been coming hot and fast for some time now. She was tempted to zoom past him as before, but for the fact that she didn't want to upset the queen who had escaped a major attack of poisoning. From what she had heard from Prescott and the twin girls, the poison was it
Queen Zipfarah, still floored over the knowledge that Emma hadn't done anything to speed up or initiate her recovery, called out for Pintel, and when he arrived, she asked that he bring some tea for her guests. The latter bowed and hurried away."It is not really necessary. I am not in the mood for tea." Emma rattled on, her cheeks coloring the next second when Zipfarah and Prescott burst into a fit of laughter. 'Please don't tell me that I had been so obvious.' She thought, darting her eyes between the queen and the squirrel."Don't worry Emma, the poison hadn't affected our tea stock. And our chefs hadn't been behind it. So, don't worry. The tea is hundred percent safe. I will take a sip from it, to convince you, if you still think otherwise." Zipfarah stated, smiling widely at Emma. The latter looked so embarrassed. But she didn't blame her though, any responsible human would take that approach after watching a queen being poisoned by tea.Prescott didn't think it necessary to enc
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