There was a minute of silence after Emma’s question, during which Amelia tightened her hold on the blanket that was around her body, and then took a seat on the sofa. She had been standing all this while. Emma thought of giving her a trouser and sweater and socks from her collection since they were mostly the same size, but she didn’t follow through with the thoughts. Her sister was a jaguar, which means that the latter could regulate her body temperature. She only needs clothes to cover her nakedness. The blanket was doing justice to that. “You aren’t going to answer the question?” Emma poses, tired of her sister’s silence. “That's because I think you already know the answer to that, Emma. If you already have dug into the powers that have been stored in you before your eighteen birthday, then it means that something had triggered it, before its time. It means that you had probably fought against something. Something must have tried to hurt you, and so it jumped out.”Emma said no
“Emma, please. Don’t make this harder than it already is. You know that your life is in danger. Come with me to my master, he will protect us.” Emma shook her head. “If he cared, there wouldn’t be coercion.” “It’s because he cares, that there is coercion. You are stubborn; everyone knows that. But this isn’t a time for your stubbornness or for your relentless ego. The balance of the world is at stake, and will completely crumble if you are in the wrong hands. We can’t take chances. And that’s why coercion is an option-should in case you are not aware of the fate in your hands, we will force you to see it. Come, my master will train you on how to access and use all your powers.” Emma furrowed her eyebrows, watching her sister rant like some religious fanatic with that desperation in the latter’s eyes. “Do you know my other sister? How would you know that I am the one that is the prophecy?” There was silence. A pregnant one which told Emma that Amelia hadn’t been aware of that eq
“Torturing a woman is for the greater good? Amelia, are you being serious? Who are you exactly?” Emma questioned, folding her arms across her chest, whilst contemplating on the truth that might or might not be in the news that Amelia’s master had shared to the latter. Amelia sighed. “I am still me, Emma. I am still working to protect you. Stop fussing like you always do. This is not the time for that. And I doubt that the master would kill the matron. He just needs information.” “And what if the matron is strong enough to resist the torture, what if she holds back on speaking? Will he let her go?” There was a tense silence. Amelia said nothing. Emma knew that the matron would be killed. It shook her heart, the fact that people might die to keep her secret. But wasn’t the matron a human? Why not just give the man the information he wanted? Why fight for what isn’t entirely related to her? Emma wished the matron would speak. “Well, that’s by the way. You can keep hanging onto you
11:55 pmEmma pranced with Amelia around the sitting room, none wanting really to hurt the other. Emma found it funny. “Are we going to fight, or are we going to keep dancing around the room? Didn’t your master give you a deadline?” She asked, coming to a halt, the luminous flame in her head extinguishing without a smoke out. She looked right at the clock as she spoke, and then stayed to feel her body. There were no changes. Well, at least Amelia had mentioned that it could happen anytime within the next day. Emma sighed. She really didn’t think that she would be celebrating her birthday this way, in enmity with her sister, in enmity with the world at large. “You know I lied about what I said earlier…” Amelia said, dropping her hands too. “Well, you have got to be specific. You have been lying since we met each other, and you might have been lying since you came here, you and your master.” Amelia sighed at Emma’s words. But that was to be expected. She had kept acting like a ravi
00:00“Honestly, there are times I don’t trust him, but I do what I have to do because it’s my duty to him. This would be the first time I am disobeying him, disregarding his request. Probably because he was vague on why he wanted you before your shift, and why he didn’t want you to meet your mother.” “So, if he had explained down to the tiniest detail, you would have captured me for him?” Emma asked, teasing her sister who shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, Emma. All I know is that you mean a lot to me, more than the master. I don’t know what that speaks of my personality as a servant.” Emma laughed, happiness shining in her eyes, as she scooted closer to Amelia, making sure to keep the energy in her running around and brimming at the surface should her sister change her mind, and attack her. If there was anything that she had learnt in the past month, or rather few days, it was the people were very fickle, whether they were just humans or supernaturals. And right now, her si
‘I will follow you till the ends of the earth.’ Emma didn’t know how much she had needed her sister on this with her, until Amelia had said it. There was a brief silence during which she had just stared at her sister, during which she had ruminated on the statement that threatened to break the confines where her tears were kept. It threatened and then it won. “Emma…” She heard Amelia call softly, and knew that the tears were now cascading down her cheeks. She sniffed, and tried to shift from Amelia, but the latter was fast enough to get her back to her side, and hug her very tightly, so that Emma almost had difficulty breathing. “You didn’t think I would choose anyone over you now, did you? You are my only family, Emma. Always will be.” Emma wanted to tell Amelia to stop talking, to stop punching holes in her emotional armor, but she remained quiet and let the armor get broken, the armor that had strengthened in steel when Derek had betrayed him, the armor that had strengthened
A Greek god. That was the first thing that Freya could think of when she saw her mother crying in the arms of the man who she knew was her father, when she saw her sister, Lucille, a mere feet away from them, waiting to be included. Her father was a Greek god. She ignored Aiden’s gruff of jealousy in her mind, and admired the man that was her father. He was tall, very tall. Standing at more than about 6'3". His body was strong and athletic, like he could easily run fast or lift heavy things. His skin was a warm, golden tan, as if he spends a lot of time in the sun, as if he wasn’t as they that spent the daytime underground.His face was perfectly shaped, with high cheekbones and a strong, square jawline. He had thick, dark eyebrows that give him a look of determination, and his nose was straight and perfectly proportioned.His hair was long, dark and wavy, falling past his shoulders, like a prince in a fairytale. From his gait, Freya could tell that when her father moves, it's wit
Amelia has remained as a statue since Prescott successfully created a mind path with her, and had transferred all the information that Emma had tasked him to communicate to her, including the betrayal of Derek, and her exile from the pack. She still didn’t move when Prescott, through the mind path he had branched out for the three of them, asked her: ‘Are you okay?’ Emma soughed rather, understanding that her sister was still wrecked by shock and unbelief. They should give her some time. She proposed to Prescott, and then stood up with him in her arms and strolled to the sofa she had decamped from earlier when Prescott had teleported into the room. “You know, you never told me why you were late coming here. Was Casper’s burial in the community approved?” Prescott nodded. “It was approved. Although, some elders hadn’t been in support of it. But what to do? The Queen had the final say. I had remained at the grave site since then, to see if some would be stupid enough to disobey th
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