Curtis pried his eyes open for the first time, but they shut down again, unwilling to forgo sleep. He agreed with them. He needed to sleep a little longer, and his body felt all sore all over. What had he done all through last night? He thought, his head pumping wildly against him and he thought of aspirin. He sighed. He never believed that in this inhuman life of his, that he would ever think of aspirin, a human drug, used to curb headache and its symptoms. Of course werewolves had something similar to that, but on a stronger level.
"Are you awake?" A deep voice asked him, but he didn't respond. He laid still as his now keen senses picked up that the owner of the voice was approaching him fastly. Should he run or attack? No, he would wait. He thought it best that he should.
"You should be..." The voice stated with a sough.
Curtis was sure that the male was staring down at him this time around.
"The
"Who is Maru?" Curtis asked Derek suddenly, after they have walked for sometime in silence, still in the forest.The only words that had floated between them, had been when the latter had suggested that they walk, instead of shifting into their wolf versions, since the pack wasn't that far away. He had a feeling that the main reason had been because of him. His cousin was looking out for him, knowing that he was slightly sore from the first shift, and might not be ready for a second one within a short span of time. And for that, he was grateful."Maru is my wolf." Derek replied, a slight frown appearing on his face.Curtis was sure he was communicating with the Maru, the big black Wolf."He is very big." Curtis mumbled, unconsciously voicing out his thoughts, which made Derek smile in pride."Yes, he is." He concurred, startling Curtis a bit. The latter hadn't known that he
For a second, Derek wished that he and Curtis had a common telepathy, so that they would be able to communicate through their mind links, out of the hearing of prying ears.Throwing a suggestive look at Curtis who nodded his head in understanding, they stepped tentatively, their feet almost making no noise as they brushed the leaves and damp soil, in the direction of the smell, the blood smell.The scent got realer and stronger as they approached a big oak tree, some degrees west of the area they had been standing on before.They came to a halt, few feet from the tree, before turning to themselves and giving themselves a nod, after which Derek indicated with his hand that Curtis should go the other way, while he moved the other way so that they can intercept the unknown person at the same point.Curtis, understanding this sigh, moved hastily, strengthened by his wolf, the body pains and sores all gon
When Derek and Curtis got to the pack, everywhere was deserted. Darting their eyes around as they walked across some houses, they couldn't see a single soul."What do you think happened?" Curtis asked, slightly scared for the lives of his pack members, his sister and his mother too."I don't know." Derek replied, bewildered too. When he had left in search of Curtis, he had been sure that they were on the winning side of the fight. So what happened after he had left? Where was everyone? Why was everywhere deserted this way?Getting to the centre of the pack, they saw the heap of burnt bodies of some people."Mind link your sister now!" Derek said sharply, while adjusting the girl which laid limp in his hands.Curtis obliged, without wasting time, mindlinking Maya immediately."Maya..." He called, his heart in his mouth, as he still darted his eyes around the p
Maya shifted on her feet, balancing her weight on her left foot as she scanned the room, turning back a bit in the process, in a bid to search out her brother and Derek. The worry and agitation could be seen on her face.Right in front of her, her father was talking about the best way to go about the matter; treaty. Something she didn't entirely approve of; not of the topic, but of the manner in which it was made. The Faugers Packs' elders and Alpha should be informed first, before any other plan was made. All the dead bodies they had counted as a loss, and most of the injured, all came from the Faugers Pack. So their opinion should be counted in first, even though they seem to be a lesser pack.There were also talks on a spy or a betrayer in their midst, who must have opened the pack gates to the invaders. Her father has also said during the meeting, that the person would be found out and dealt accordingly with. For some reason, she didn't
Now outside the hall, Leo scanned the whole area for Maya, or Derek, but his line of vision came up with nothing."Where are they?" He muttered to himself, still watching around, when he saw Brandon, his temporary next in command in the Wind Winders Pack; since his chosen vice was back home, overseeing the duties and trainings over there.Before he could ask the latter anything, the huge warrior beat him to it."They are in the training grounds." He said, as if knowing what Leo had been wanting to ask him."Okay, thank you." Leo replied, about to walk away, when the latter called him back."Is there any issue?" He asked, when he had halt in his movement, and turned around to face Brandon."Not really, just a hunch of what might have really happened last night. I don't know if you'll be open to my opinions." Brandon stated, meeting Leo's gaze steadily.
"What are we going to do?" Derek asked the others, after some time had elapsed with them left to their individual thoughts."Because this matter is very grave and sensitive." He added, looking at each one of them, as he spoke. His gaze lingered a second or two seconds more on his cousin, Curtis, as he was not sure if it was still okay to let him into their circle. Who knows? He might change his mind, and follow in the footsteps of his father."You're right." Leo agreed. Going against an Alpha, with ties with a stronger opposing Pack, was a dangerous issue."Guys, it's true that my father might be behind this attack...But I think we should investigate more properly, before bringing up the issue towards the council, and of course your own father." Curtis stated, while looking at Derek, knowing that the issue might escalate to that point. After all, they exchanged warriors to boost up their training skills, so as to conquer
Emma sighed for the umpteenth time as she sat in class listening to the third lecture of the day. She thought it was the most boring teaching she had ever sat under. She didn't know if it was because of the monotony of the professor's words, or the fact that she was alone in the class. Not that she was really alone though. There were other students in the class. But then, they were not Maya or Derek. She missed them already. She had thought that they would be back the previous day, but that hadn't been the case. She would have stayed back at Melvina's place today, if not for the fact that she had already missed a lot of classes, and Clem was quite convincing with his words.When they had come back from the forest the previous day, Margo had refused to enter Melvina's small estate with them for no apparent reason. And when she and Clem had turned aside to discuss about the best statement to give Melvina for entering the forest and staying whatever number of days
"Okay guys…remember to go through the text intensively, and turn in your assignments on Monday morning to Garfield; and of course, don't forget the quiz coming up tomorrow morning." The professor said, as he rounded up his teaching, not moved or fazed, even slightly, by the long groans emanating from his students. Although Emma wasn't concerned about the quiz or assignment which she knew she would be able to scale through with good grades if she got her hand on the right materials, she still groaned out aloud with them, more out of dislike for the too young professor. What had happened to the previous professor? She thought, remembering the old professor who had a thing for Abraham Lincoln, whilst staring abhorrently at the man who was smiling at the students, obviously aware of the effect he was having on the female colony of the class, well, all except her. She heaved in relief, when he began to pack up his books and sheets to le
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