Anthony dropped the painting on the ground harshly, right at the same spot that the previous one had been before it disintegrated.“Here is the painting.” He said, before strolling back to his former position on the podium, his eyes blazing with anger. As time went on, he felt as if his anger to happiness ratio kept increasing, with the happiness going lower and lower with every ticking second. This was the most unexpected day of his life.Freya looked at the painting gingerly, studying its edges and curves. The painting was beautiful. Too bad it had been an object of spying. She could bet her ass that there was a spy demon in this one, because Melvina had stated that some months after the painting had been collected, that the pack had been divided. She looked at her mother, Sheila, who nodded before stepping forward to recant the spell over the painting. When Sheila was done creating the ball whose forces caused the painting to stand in the middle just like the previous one, she t
When Eva and Maya stepped into the hall a few minutes later, the murmurings in the hall stopped immediately as if put on a pause. The attention of all was drawn to the little Eva still in Maya’s arms clutching a cute baby doll. Freya smiled as she saw the both walk toward her. She nodded empathetically at Eva whom she caught at intervals staring down at her doll with longing eyes. This must be another favourite doll of hers. Freya thought before stretching her hand so that Eva would deposit the doll in there. She made a mental note to get the girl a bunch of dolls during one of these days since she will be staying in the county and attending college. Aiden still needed to be a professor to be on lookout for the cave of baresis. It was important to their people. “Thanks a lot, Eva. I will buy a finer one soon.” She promised, staring at a nodding Eva keenly. She loved the girl so much. God help her. If not for the misbehavior of the girl’s family, she would have loved to visit so
“So is there another painting? Please think hard.” Blenda inquired, immediately Aiden and Julius stepped inside the pack meeting hall after doing away with the second doll.“Not at all. Those were the only stuff he had given us.” Peter mentioned, lines stretched across his forehead as he deliberated on the hundred percent accuracy of his statement.“Good thing he was stingy then.” Kane muttered, and Yodah chuckled, together with the rest, nodding their heads. It was good that Arnold was stingy, if not they would have spent the whole day ousting spy demons, and of course Kane didn’t think Freya might be up for it. There was a limit to the amount of magic a mage can use in a period of time. Magic drains them of strength.Peter shrugged at Kane’s snide statement, actually seeing the trueness of it. It was good that Arnold hadn’t been generous no matter how much he had hoped for it. All the dude had cared about was his mate, Melvina’s pancakes. (Author here: hehehehe)“Okay, then. Since
“Are these all the pack warriors that had been exchanged?” Freya asked, as she took her hands away from Curtis' chest. For a while, she had been checking out the warriors that had all stepped out when Derek had commanded them too. She had found nothing so far. She had a feeling that the people that might have been the spies would likely be the warriors from the other pack. Their aim would probably include gathering snippets of what have been taking place in this pack, and how the pack trained. Yeah, that must be it; to steal their battle schemes, and to know of the boundaries that had not been there in the first place.“Yes.” Derek answered. He had been the one after all that had sent the warriors off. “Well, except one.”Freya furrowed her eyebrows, an action that was replicated in the faces of the other people in the hall. She noticed that Maya was nervous now-the awkward fidgeting had given her friend away. What could be the problem? Who was the last warrior that was missing?
“So, apart from the Leo, is there anyone that you think was a spy?”’ Blenda asked, disrupting the murmur and tension in the hall. She still didn’t understand this pack and their tendency to abandon or reject their mates, their second halves. Was it a curse or something? She wondered, staring at Derek to whom her question was directed to.Derek was about to say no, when suddenly his mind remembered the guy that had been keenly watching around the pack and following the warriors during the period when Emma had been at Zipfarah’s place and they hadn’t been aware of it.Blenda noticed his hesitation, just like the others did.“Who is that?” She asked, hoping that it wasn’t another who had anadon his or her mate.“They are actually two.” Derek answered. “Esther, and some other guy that kept behaving suspiciously around the pack.”“Who is Esther?” Blenda asked, deciding to talk about the suspicious guy later.“Esther is a witch whom we had met in school. She had come to find Emma at the ca
“So, Leonarya has Margo. Why would Esther be a spy for the woman that captured her aunt?” Blenda inquired, not making sense of the matter. Shouldn’t the girl be here, on their side, advocating for her aunt’s release; looking for ways to pay back the black witch with her own coin.“I have asked myself that question a thousand times. The only explanation I could think of is that Leonarya had probably threatened to kill Margo if Esther didn’t work for her, and didn't spy on the pack. Esther is a good person. I had spoken to her. She was genuinely hurt when Margo had gone missing.” Anthony stated-been the only one that had gotten close to the witch,and whose disappearance hurt the most. The others in the hall ruminated on Anthony's statement, making sense of it, Melvina included. She was beginning to feel a bit ironic for judging the girl and her betrayal. The girl had thought she had no choice, but she, Melvina, had.“Well, that would make sense.” Sheila finally said, sniffing inter
Without preamble, Dobah laid his right thumb and index finger on the forehead of Fayot, not bothering to shut his eyes like the crowd had imagined that he would. After a few minutes, not even up to five, he released his hand from the forehead of an open eyed Fayot who had been expecting some zap of electricity over him to tell him of the magic but feeling nothing. “He is not working for Leonarya or Arnold. But he is working for someone else. Lagardo, alpha of white sted pack. He is here to get the exact location of the cave of baresis. Seems Legardo doesn’t trust Arnold to get the job quickly heh?” Dobah said, turning around to face Aiden and his brother, Julius. “If I am not to be mistaken, Legardo is the alpha you told us about, that had met the prince, seeking for his help to wage a war against this pack, so that we could have the cave, and he could have the territory-right?” Aiden nodded. ”The prince had sent me here to know if there was really a cave of baresis, and to know
Legardo is not the real Legardo? Leo is the real Legardo’s son? In other words, he is the real alpha of the white sted pack if it ever comes out that Legardo isn’t Legardo? Penny, the smooth faced innocent girl that had come with Arnold, was fake Legardo’s daughter, a spy? Peter ran his palm over his face, feeling hot and bothered. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Although he was relieved that Leo hadn’t betrayed them, the information that Fayot was dishing out was too deep to be taken lightly. He could understand that the latter had thought that helping the false Legardo would help him get revenge on those that had killed his parents, yet this false Legardo, what was his true aim? He could communicate with them through the mind link? Just who was he? Peter pondered, his mind racing through this questions which he was sure was running through the rest of the people’s minds, even as his eyes followed the direction of Fayot’s eyes-he too was curious on who could be mated to
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