Emma blinked her eyes repeatedly, as if trying to clear an invisible fog laying idly in her head, as she held unto Derek's shirt, waiting for the pain wracking her brain to subside.
"Are you okay, Emma?" She heard Eva asked for the hundredth time as the others, and slightly nodded, not wanting to cause the little girl to worry.
But it didn't seem like the little girl saw this little action of hers, because in the next second, she, the little beauty told Derek and the others about what had happened earlier, when they had been out searching for the burglar.
"Derek, would Emma really be okay? This is the second time that this is happening." The little girl had said, causing her older counterparts to gasp in suprise.
"You don't believe me?" She asked, when she noticed that they were just looking at her like she had muttered an impunity.
"You can ask her, if you don't believe me." She
The time was 7pm already. The darkening of the sky enlightened Maya that it was time to go back to the pack, since she would be coming back again to sleep over at Emma's house. She wondered if Derek would stay over too. But she was sure Eva wasn't coming back here, at least for tonight. And it was as if the little girl knew; her face was quite withdrawn, not smiley like the usual, she was hungry too, and that was the only way Maya had been able to convince her into going home; that there wasn't much food at Emmas's. The refrigerator in the house needed to be restocked too.The house itself had been arranged totally by the total effort of them all, including Eva. The little girl had refused to be cut out of the cleaning process, and so they had allowed her to help Emma pack up her littered belongings.The sitting room and the other rooms were now in order, the evidence of a burgulary totally erased out.Since It has been decided by Derek that he would stay with E
Emma stared at the woman blankly, her mouth still opened, as the woman crossed her legs, seating on the stool, looking all poise and certain. "You should take a seat." Zipfara said, indicating with her thoroughly decorated white staff that Emma should seat back on her bed. "We have a lot to talk about." She added, tapping her left foot rhythmically on the tiles floor. Emma nodded like a reluctant lizard, before taking a seat, more like dumping herself slowly on the bed. She gulped down her spittle, suddenly thirsty, perhaps due to the drop in temperature in the room. "Do you believe in beings, not entirely humans, existing on the earth?" Zipfara asked, keeping her staff, reclining slightly on the dresser table, then folding her hands together. But Emma was mute. She opened her mouth, then closed it. Her mind still reeling from the scene playing before her eyes. She couldn't believe that she had just watched a beautiful woman metamorphose or ap
She had blacked out.She had blacked out, and remembered."Emma..are you okay?" She heard the witch, Zipfara calling unto her, and blinked her eyelids which seemed heavy. How long had she been out? She thought, trying to sit up from the lying position she had been in."Are you okay?" Zipfara asked her again, as she helped her sit up properly on the bed."What happened?" The witch asked, taking a seat on the dressing chair."I blacked out." Emma replied with a shrug, unsure if she could trust the woman with what she had seen, and what she was hearing in her head."Obviously." Zipfara said, piquing her eyebrows at her."I meant why. Why did you black out, when I mentioned Leonarya's name? Have you heard of her?" She asked."No, I havn't. I don't know nothing." Emma replied, folding her arms across her chest.&nbs
Emma dropped down on her bed with her legs dangling on the air. She jerked up her head in a second, when she heard the abrupt knock on the door. Derek! She thought, getting angry again. She wondered if his love was also a lie. She wondered what was really going on. She wondered if it was okay to inform her sister about the latest happenings in her life; she was getting overwhelmed already. The knock came again, snapping her out of her thoughts. She grudgingly stood up from the bed, before trudging towards the door, hissing on the way. "Hey." Derek called, as she opened the door. His hands were holding a tray of food, and his face was brightened by his signature smile. His smile always implanted on his lips whenever they were alone, was starting already to do it's unique wonders on her body. No! She screamed in her head. She needed to concentrate and focus on more important issues. His smile w
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
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