So, Derek's wolf is not entirely lost but subdued by an evil force. Uh, that's still not entirely good. Creation is hard Lovelies, cheer me up with your gemstones and reviews.
A knock, then another, and another, and another, then it wrapped on the door many times in quick succession, in quick loud successions. "Who the fuck is that?!!" Emma shouted, as she turned around on the bed and laid on her belly while using one of the pillows to cover her head. The knocks on the door stopped, and she breathed out in relief, about to continue her sleep when suddenly the knocks ran down like rain splattering on a roof on her door. "What the hell! Can't someone sleep in peace for fudge sake?!" She whined, sitting up on the bed angrily, while staring at the door as if she could shoot daggers at it and whomsoever was behind it. "Miss Drackson, are you in there?" She heard a tiny voice ask from behind the door and huffed in annoyance. Glancing, more like glaring at the wall clock in front of her, she took note of the time. 5:45am. It was still early in the morning. She mused. So, why were they calling for her already? For devotion? They would have to drag her out of
Prescott? The name sounded familiar to Emma. She suspired as she remembered where she had heard the name. She had heard it first from the little girl. The little girl had called its name, when she had been conversing with the invisible being. Was the squirrel the being? She stared at the animal looking up to her, and shook her head. Perhaps, there was another Prescott. Her mind was intact. She was sure that she hadn't see any squirrel around the little girl. "Don't you like my name?" Prescott asked, his puffed-out chest retracting to its former position. "Everyone likes my name." It said, looking down at his feet. Emma rolled her eyes as she heard the squirrel talk. This one was a dramatic one for sure. She thought. "No, that's not it, Prescott. I like your name. It's just that I had heard it from the little girl that had brought me here." She said. "Really…?" Prescott asked, smiling so widely that Emma feared for his cheeks. "Yeah." She replied, jerking back a bit in surpr
Leila?Who is Leila?Emma was about asking the squirrel who the name belonged to, but before she was able to do that, her door burst open.What the hell! She screamed inside her mind. Wasn't there an ounce of privacy in this place? Didn't they respect people's privacy? How can someone just barge inside her room without knocking?She wanted to cuss at whomever was about to pass through her door, but she held her peace, waiting to see the intruder.She raised her eyebrows as she saw a little girl saunter into her room, her eyes shining like torches in the dimly lit room. Another little girl. She thought.When the girl's gaze met the squirrel, she snorted."Ohooo, meet Leila, the feistier of the twin." Prescott muttered. Emma didn't need to ask the squirrel whose twin the girl fitted into. She already knew, by the long straight dark brown hair and eyes which she couldn't determine their color. This girl was the twin to the girl that had come pick her up. This girl was the twin sister to
All eyes went to the intruder who had joined them. Emma saw that it was the other twin, Lily. "Hello Emma, Good morning." Lily said, as she took notice of Emma, before shifting her gaze to Prescott. Observing the closeness of the squirrel to the redhead, she was able to tell that the human could also hear the animal speak. She was happy that the animal had found another person to play with. "You can hear him talk too?" She asked Emma, a short smile on her face. "Yeah." Emma replied, deducting from the girl's question that not everyone could hear the squirrel talk. She also noticed that the girl was calmer and relatable than before. "That was because she was on a mission, and you were in danger. She had to put up the façade to bring her job to fruition." She heard the squirrel say. But this time, he wasn't talking. He was communicating with her through a mind path. Wow. She thought, tapping his fur fondly. "It's cool, right?" She asked, smiling and drawing closer to them, when a
At Wind Winders Pack, the same time: Curtis was training by himself, pushing up a weight, when he felt a presence behind him. Turning around, he saw Penny, the girl whom his cousin had rescued during the problem that had ensued during his birthday. "Hey…What are you doing out here? It's still early." He queried, staring at her all over. She was looking very beautiful as usual, but she wasn't his mate. If he hadn't hung his boots on flirting and sleeping around, he was sure that he would have loved to bed her, but since he turned eighteen, he hasn't been interested in tasting any girl who wasn't his mate, to the annoyance of the girls in his pack. He was very handsome, and a lot wanted a taste of him, before their mates came along. He also wasn't interested in her, because he didn't really know her. For some reason, she had refused to go back to her pack, and his father had allowed it. He had suspected foul play, but that had shimmered away, when he saw that the girl was gentle an
Derek watched with a bland look on his face, the flow of activities around him. He had left his room since six am to the training grounds, pulling and lifting up weights. He was tired now, but his mind wasn't. He couldn't stop thinking of his wolf, and Emma.The field now, was filled with members of his pack and that of his cousin's training. He could see Brandon instructing some werewolves from where he sat on a huge rock. He was depressed."Hey Coz!""Derek!"He turned aside to see his little sister and his cousin approaching him. The last time he had seen them, they had been whispering about what to get him for his birthday."Hey little sis…""Hey Coz…"He muttered, attempting to place a smile on his lips, but he ended up scowling."Are you okay, Derek?" Eva asked, as she allowed him to carry her on his lap."Yes, I am. Just tired hon." He said, shifting his gaze to Maya who was staring at him sadly.He didn't want that look."Stop looking at me that way." He said.Maya nodded, bef
Emma stretched on her bed as she opened her eyes for the second time. Raising up her head from the pillow, she checked out the time on the wall clock. 11:25am. Wow! She had slept for more than four hours in the morning, without disturbance. What a rare gift. She couldn't remember the last time she had slept that freely. Sitting up on the bed, she saw a tray of food on the table. She almost made a purring sound to relate her feeling of satisfaction and happiness. She wished she could wake up this way every day. No alarms, no interruptions. Quickly abandoning the sheets, she walked to the table. A normal breakfast. Tea and bread with jam. Not bad. She mumbled, even as she thought of and hungered after Melvina's pancakes. She shrugged, choosing to make do with what she was given, as she picked a slice of bread and took a bite. "You haven't brushed your teeth. That's bad. Tsk Tsk." A deep voice said, and she dropped the bread in her hands, obviously startled. Swivelling around
Emma bobbled her head, obviously pleased with the set of clothes she was wearing. "Now, you are talking…" She muttered, smoothening invisible creases on the dark green polo that accentuated the color of her eyes.The polo and jeans fitted her properly, even though the trousers were a bit tight. She could manage. She thought. Until she got home. At least it was better than wearing the princess gown all around the place. Apart from the fact that she always chose comfortability over the whole classic stuff, she felt that she was devaluing the beautiful gown by wearing it all over the place."You okay with it?" Lily asked, standing up from the sofa."Yeah, It's preferable," Emma replied, glancing at her."Where did you get it?" She asked, noting that the clothes she was wearing would be too big for a twelve-year-old."I got it from Cossy. She is my brother's girlfriend. It took a while convincing her though. With luck and time on our side, we might go shopping today. I don't want to be p
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