Claire mused,bringing up her knees such that her jaw rested on them, whilst she thought on how to outbest Emma. The more she thought about it, the more she was aggrieved. Was there no way to get rid of the latter for good? She thought, exhaling hotly. Well, the best strategy in her mind now was to keep Derek from going to her. And what better way than to create a love potion. That was one fall of werewolves. Magic works on them, just as it could work on vampires, and that was why witches were hard to accept. Their magic could be disastrous. Well, this time she would use it in her favour. She had come across the love potion in one of the books that she had stolen from the packâs archives, during the first time of the shadow warriors attack. In uncertainty, the readers had opened the archive, looking for answers on what the creature was, and that had been when she had snuck into there, clothed with her magic such that they couldnât see her, something that she hadn't learnt from anyw
Curtis let out a deep breath as he climbed down from the high window which he had climbed earlier in order to see his mate, Claire, or rather instinctively watch her invisibility form move into her house. When he thought that he had seen enough bizarre things relating to Derekâs mate, his own turned out to have magic. Oh wow, what a twist. He thought, sliding down to the floor, the sleep totally gone from his eyes. He had been dozing off, when the scent had first wheeled past his nose. He had tried to ignore it thinking that perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him in his subconscious state, but the scent had stayed, and he had no choice but to get up and know what was really happening. When he opened his eyes and sat up on his bed, he had counted from one to twenty, and had counted his fingers, to be sure that he wasnât still dreaming. The scent had stayed, and the time was just two a.m. What could she be doing outside at this moment. He had thought, getting out of the bed. He
Time - 6:15 amKane woke up before the rest, having set an inner alarm to be awake at a certain time around sixa.m. Dusting himself off the rich soil he had slept in last night, he mentally imagined himself clean and clothed, humming in approval when he felt the comfortability of the green cotton polo and denim jeans. He had chosen well. He thought, strolling out of the room to wake up the others. This was the day he claimed his life mate. He first woke up Julius and Yodah, strongly ensuing a command, more like a compulsion to awake them. Yodah grumbled, obviously unhappy that his sleep had been tampered with. âUncle, you couldn't wait an hour more? I donât think the hotel wouldâĶâBut Kane was having none of it. He waved his nephew off, whilst stretching his hand toward him. âGet up. You should know how this is important to me. I donât find this lackadaisical attitude of yours entertaining.â Yodah shrugged, his head bent low after he had taken Kaneâs hand and gotten out of the grav
Time - 6:40 amâWe should have just taken up our mist forms instead of entering those junky cabs. They were so slow, and we know we would have gotten here faster than being constrained in that crappy machine.'' Kane grumbled, walking beside his brother, Dobah, and Blenda. âQuit grumbling Kane. We are here after all, arenât we? Dobah queried. âBesides, don't you think it will attract a great deal of attention if we should just appear in front of the hotel?â âWe donât have to be in front of the hotel, Dobah. We can go behind and reemerge. No one would have known.â Kane pointed out, akin to aghast when Dobah shook his head. âYou donât know that. This age is different from the centuries we have spent in different countries. I keep telling you this but you seem too reluctant to accept the harsh reality. For all we know, one of these teenagers might be with a phone doing some video or trying to sneak up on hoteliers. Someone could be making out or smoking at the back. Anything could hap
Black Moonâs Pack. 6:45amDerek woke up a bit agitated from a dreamless sleep. He had thought that perhaps he would receive some kind of information on the whereabouts of Emma in a dream. The idea sounded funny to him afterward, but he couldnât deny that the idea had been stuck to his head like glue before he had slept off at midnight. But that wasnât only the thing that had gotten him tied up in knots. There was a knock on the door, and he nearly screamed out in frustration. That was another huge part of his anger! Someone had interrupted his sleep! Perhaps, if he had slept more, he might have dreamt. âDerek, are you there?â he heard his mother call out to him from behind the door and sighed, cursing himself as he stood up from his bed for beginning to believe in dreams. He would leave that part to his little sister, Eva, who always thought that she saw Emma in her dreams. Why canât he see her for god sake? They are mates!âWere matesâĶâ he heard Maru mutter, and sighed. âGood for
âDerek, do you have any idea where Leo is?â Maya asked Derek immediately he stepped into the large family sitting room. She was sitting beside Curtis on the longest sofa in the room. âWe have not seen him since yesterday night. Did you send him on an errand or something?â she questioned, her eyebrows furrowing in slight worry when she saw the unsure gazes that were exchanged between Derek and Anthony. âGuys, what is going on?â That was Curtis. He had noticed the movements too and was beginning to believe that something was wrong. Something that obviously involved Leo. âWellâĶ'' Derek started, wishing his mother had followed him here to do the explanations he wasnât sure how to go about. She had taken a detour to Evaâs room to see how the latter was doing. Maya grabbed her thigh tight, unable to stop herself, hoping that whatever news that Derek was about to break didnât go in the lines of âIâm sorry, but Leo is dead, or kidnappedâĶââLeo isnât around.â Derek finally said, shrugging
"I can live with being on a small boat with no privacy for seven long days, the sun turning me into a lobster girl, and mosquitoes feasting on me, I really can," Emma informed the closest passenger beside her, a twenty something year old lady who she had gotten into a discussion few hours ago after the plane had taken off the tarmac in England. "But I swear to you, if I hear one more complaint or disgusting sexual innuendo from Mr. Iâm-So-Hot-Every-Woman-Should-Bow-Down-To-Me, Iâm just going to shove the idiot overboard. His constant licking his lips and saying he likes the idea of mother and daughter gives me the creeps."Emma cast a glance of pure loathing at Miles, the annoying idiot in question. Sheâd met a lot of narcissistic pigs while in her seventeen years old life, and a few at the college, even in high school amongst her peers, but he took the cake. He was a great brute of a man, with wide shoulders, a barrel chest and an attitude of superiority that irked Emma. Even if sh
According to Annabel, Miles and his two fellow mining engineers had been in the village prepping a trip to the edge of the Andes in Peru, in search of potential new mines for the corporation they worked for. Two men researching a supposedly extinct plant had arrived from Europe seeking a guide to go up a mountain in the Andes as well. An archaeologist and his two grad students were heading to the Andes looking for a rumored lost city of the Cloud People-the Chachapoyas. All of them had decided to pool their resources and travel upriver together. Two of the guides, the archaeologist and his students and three porters would be in the lead boat soon after they landed, just ahead of them with a good deal of the supplies. Trapped on the planeâs first class with eight strangers, Emma didn't feel safe. She wished the plane could land already, where they could go their separate ways.Annabel shrugged. "It's a little too late for me for second thoughts. I made the decision to travel together
Emmaâs eyes were as active as anything active as she watched the elders slowly walk into the hall reserved for judging cases, like Annabelâs. 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. âWhat is that?â 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 parentâs 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 didnât 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. âAmelia! Annabel!â 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, Emmaâs hands were already around them. âOh my goodness, I am so happy for both of youâĶâ she paused. âbut give me a heartache again, and I will skin you both alive..â Annabel and Amelia divulged bouts of laughter, with the nurses. Prescott and Adah werenât left behind,
Caden sighed in relief at his mateâs words, wanting to believe at all costs that the years he had spent with her, that the love they had shared, hadnât been in vain. He didnât know what he would have done otherwise. Cry, brood? Neither was acceptable in these times. And so, he wasnât moved when his son piqued an eyebrow at his mateâs words, or when his daughterâs lips turned upâin disgust or curiosity, he wasnât sure. But he didnât care. He just hung on to the thread that his mate was spinning with. âI didnât cheat on my mate, Iâm sure he would have found out if I had done so, considering the mate bond and all thatâĶâ There was a pause, where relief sunk its foothold the more in Caden and his children. âSo, if thatâs what you are thinking, CadenâĶ if thatâs what you all are thinking, cut it out. I was surprised too when Claire had met me with the news at first, and I didnât tell you, Caden, because I wasnât sure how to explain the phenomena to you. I knew you held the lineage of you
Chyra didnât know what Clem was talking aboutâthe end of the world, and all thatâbut she knew that she was to blame for Claire rejecting her mate considering what she had soaked into her daughterâs mind about the alphaâs family, about how the Luna seat was her birthright. She also knew that she shouldnât be working with Arnold. But she was too proud to concede to that, to concede to anyone, and so she shrugged her shoulders to Clemâs 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? âMother, are you so daft thatâĶâ Clem was saying when his father shouted him down. Caden
At this point, Clem didnât 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 didnât 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. âWhat do you meanâĶClaire?â Caden asked, pushing himself ahead, his elbow resting on his knees. âWhat 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 fatherâs 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 Clemâs mind that she was on her way home. That he hadnât 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 hadnât 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 hadnât chosen her, she had returned to Curtis because he was an Alpha. Would she have returned to him if he wasnât that? She didnât know. That was the truth. She didnât know. She might have gone back to Curtis, even if he wasnât a
At Wind Winders Pack.âDad, what is this? What was Zoe doing in my room so early in the morning?â Curtis questioned, a second after he rushed into the dining room where his parents were having breakfast. He had slept in obviously, but he didnât care. Yesterdayâs training had been rigorous after all. He darted his eyes between his mother and father; his motherâs widened eyes told him that she had no idea what he was talking about; quite expected since this turn of event hadnât been part of their plans. Hence, he trained his eyes on his father; the old man just continued eating his breakfast like he hadnât 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 wouldnât have been able to try before; an act that might have spelt his death; but considering his fatherâs few options of allies, he knew that he had a chance to live. And so, when his father glared at him heatedly, he didnât quake in hi
âHeyâĶhow are you feeling?â Emma whispered, touching Prescottâs 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. âPrescott, can you hear me?â 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 couldnât help but wonder why. Had Prince Shiloh ask them to avoid her? Or had professor Brooksâ 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. âSo, do you think you can cope?â She heard Adah ask, and turned aside to see her new seat mate. The mischievous glint in the latterâs eyes made her smile, howbeit small. âI believe I can.â 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. âWhere are you going?â 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