Maya stepped towards Emma who was now sitting cross legged on the bed. She had waited by the doorstep because she had felt guilty for the ill fortune that had befallen her new friend. After all, she had sworn to her cousin after their unpleasant experience at the forest, that would protect his mate. Even though that was actually his own work, she had made him understand that since the redhead wasn't a wolf like them, with no high chances of being accepted as the Luna of his pack, he would have to diversify a lot, meaning that he would not always be around her, to avoid suspicious questions and looks from his father and the other pack members.
She was the one that could stay around the human without attracting unnecessary attention. She was the one that should be protecting her always. But she had failed in this one single task. She had failed to keep her new best friend from the claws of the jealous and freakish Claire. Her anger still burned hot against C
When Derek stepped out of his cousin's room and had shut the door behind him, he rested his back tiredly on it, heaving in deeply as he recounted the events of the day. They had bullied his mate, when they hadn't even known she was their Luna. What would happen then if they knew, his pack members and his father inclusive? He thought, and sighed; his mind crowded with a lot of thoughts and emotions. He felt sad, worried and angry at the same time. There was the fact that for an unknown reason, the witches and some phanthom had seemed to have taken a sort of interest in his mate; something his mother and her friend were still trying to discern. Last, he had heard, his mother's friend had gone on a journey back to her homeland to inquire about his little mate and why her kind were so much interested in her. It still left him in bewilderment; the witches' fascination with a mere human. Or was it something else? Was it because she was his mate? Did his uncle h
Emma dusted invincible dust particles from her crazy denim jeans as she stood upright from the bed, causing Maya to jerk up her head from its bowing position; she had been ruminating on a whole lot of events even as she sat down at the tail end of the bed, testing and trying, wanting to know her next step of action tomorrow."Where are you going?" She asked Emma, standing up too, wanting to be with the redhead at all times, to prevent a repeat of what had happened earlier, and to prevent incurring her cousin's anger over her inability to protect his mate in his absence. Although she couldn't believe that she, an Alpha's daughter, was guarding a human, a mere human; she still didn't want to risk putting the redhead in danger. Her heart wont even let her escape from it."Home." Emma replied, staring at her like she had just asked a very weird question, as if, it should be obvious to her that she was going home."Oh, okay."
Maya was speechless for minutes, not for so long, but still, for some minutes; as she tried to grasp what Emma had just said. For the life of her, she couldn't understand what her friend was talking about. As she had thought earlier to Sia, her wolf; she didn't just get the human some times."I don't understand, Emma. What do you mean? What did we do?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest, as she adjusted herself more properly into the bed."Since I met you guys, I don't know what is really happing. It's like everything has taken a dive for the worse in my life." Emma replied, still glaring at her, folding her arms too across her chest, as they both engaged in a staring contest."I'm sorry about that." Maya said finally, as she comprehended a bit of what her human friend was feeling. The human was overwhelmed! How hadn't she noticed it? She thought, as she still looked on her friend."I
Maya took a deep breath in and out, and in again; her thoughts, a reeling mess as she contemplated on how to answer Emma's question, without sounding like a monkey in a zoo. She had to tell a story the human could believe."Ok, Well…" She started off, hoping that Sia, her wolf, would help her on the way."..that day when you had come to the house to see Melvina..""Just skip to the part where we had entered the forest." Emma said, interrupting her."Okay..." Maya stuttered, about to continue with her tale, when all of a sudden it dawned on her that Emma had just mentioned 'the forest'. The redhead wasn't supposed to know that since she had lost her memories. She thought, aware of the fear that was gnawing deep within her. If Emma had really regained her memory, then they all would be in a lot of trouble. She hoped that her friend had heard the 'forest' from someone else, not from her memory.
Emma soughed in weak anger as she saw Derek step into the room. Although she was happy to see him, she knew that her discussion with Maya at the moment had been usurped, and for that she wasn't entirely too happy about seeing him. She didn't know when Maya and she might have the free time to discuss about the matter again."Did I interrupt something?" Derek asked, seeing the look of relief on his cousin's face, and the look of anger on his mate's face. What had gone down? He thought, staring at the duo sitting flatly on the bed. What had they been discussing? He wondered if he had been, at any point, a subject matter in one of their many discussions."Not really." Emma replied with a faux smile, when all she had actually wanted to say was that 'of course he had clearly disrupted something. He wasn't blind, or was he?'"Oh, okay." Derek muttered, staring at his cousin in particular. At that moment, he wished that he could
As Emma cleansed her plate with her spoon for the umpteenth time, she gave long hungry looks at Maya's plate which was still half filled with the food that Melvina had dished for them some minutes ago. A trip of one spoon of the food from her plate to her mouth, had made her gulp in the food in less than ten minutes. She thought that Melvina should open up an eatery already, of which she, herself, would be the most visiting patroniser. Damn! The meal was out of this world. She thought, as she stared hungrily at Maya's plate. They were both in the blondie's room."Are you done eating?" She asked Maya, who seemed to be more interested in a novel she was reading than the food she was eating. Emma remembered that the novel was one of her Sydney Sheldon's collections which the blondie had collected on her last two visits to her house."Not yet." Maya replied, with a smirk, knowing the book was shielding her lips from being seen. She knew that her
Anthony watched, entranced, as Emma opened the pot for the third time to scoop another spoonful of food into her plate. He thought that she had a very large appetite for a human. Well, who wouldn't? Melvina's meals had the capacity to turn anyone into a glutton. He guessed that this might be the first time for the human, that is, tasting his Luna's meals.When he had lost his parents in the last pack war, which had been triggered by Arnold's greed and selfishness, supported by Maya's betrayal, he had been devasted, so devasted that he had almost committed suicide. He had wanted to drown in a bottle of vermin which he had stolen from the storehouse, when the Luna, Melvina, had barged into his room, as if she had had an inkling of what he had wanted to do. He had been 14 years of age then. Later, when she had taken him in as her son, since his mother had been of her closest friends, he had come to discover that one of his Luna's gifts w
Anthony watched, still dumbfounded as Emma dragged her stool closer to him. What the hell! He screamed in his mind. What just happened? He thought to himself, staring curiously at Emma. 'I thought she is a human. She smells like one too.' What's the deal? He concluded finally that it was either Emma was something more than a human or the girl just had a good hearing. But still… He wondered; how could she have heard his muttering under his breath. It was just impossible! She wasn't a wolf. So, what was she? He pondered, agreeing with his thoughts that his Luna must have perceived the same thing, and that was why she had allowed the redhead into the main pack house. Perhaps Derek knew too. He would have to ask his little brother later this night."Hey!"He heard Emma call out to him, thereby breaking him off his thoughts. She needed his attention."Yeah…" He answered, b
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