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
“He is dying, we have to do something!” Lucille screamed, her hands to her mouth, having a front row view of Fayot jerking and spurting foam from his mouth. Freya’s hand was on his chest, heating and thumping softly whilst she muttered words that were not intelligible to the people around her except to those with the innate magic. Aiden and the other ancients surrounded the both whilst they chanted healing ancient music that was meant to keep the soul in the body and preserve the both. The rest of the hall stood in the agape, wondering what next would happen. Agrip watched on furtively, wishing he still had one of Agagog’s pills. He had used the last for Peter. If only he knew how to get to the old man in a minute second-the journey would have taken more than three days. Fayot would be dead by then. “You have to dismiss the crowd. They are hindering the effectiveness of the magic. Their noise is much.” He heard Melvina say to her mate, and nodded in agreement to her, noticing too
Legardo knew that his daughter was talking, but he didn’t know the content because his mind was elsewhere. Fayot had managed to escape the clutches of death. Seems, he had underestimated the ancients. He had to do more research on them. Like the others, he had thought that the species had ceased to exist, only to find out…He shook his head…they were still alive a few years ago. He had thought them a good ally to have and that’s why he had brought up the mineral, but now they were siding with the enemy pack. What the hell! He had to do something, but what?? Damn the backstabbing prince! He shouted internally, drumming his fingers on the large mahogany table, forgetting for a minute to make a hum, to indicate that he was listening to his ranting daughter. And she observed.“Dad!” She screamed, causing the room to quake, and Legardo to palm his face tiredly. As much as his daughter was the love of his life, she could be a pest sometimes. Couldn’t she leave him for just five minutes
Eva looked up smiling, her hands spread out in the air as she saw Freya step into the big dining hall with the rest of the ancients. They were done feeding. Freya cooed in the air, before stepping around the table, aware that the rest had stopped eating, to stare at them. Freya lifted Eva in her hands, and took the little girl’s seat, keeping the little Eva on her lap. She turned aside to Maya who smiled back, wanting to ask her how the feeding went, but furrowed when she didn’t know how to ask that question, how to ask how a feeding went, how they caught the humans and fed on them. Derek, seeing the grimace, winced. He had the feeling too. As a matter of fact, he felt bad for the humans used as preys, even though Agrip had explained it to them when they had started eating that the humans would enjoy the experience, might be the best thing they would experience in their life. The feeding gives them a highness that is greater than cocaine or any of the drugs. And that if left, they w
“Blenda is right. We should share information, it would be helpful in the course of this meeting or war.” Melvina agreed, her eyes meeting with Blenda, who smiled at her. She couldn’t help but return the smile. The woman was a breath of fresh air. “First, I think we should talk about the prophecy and what it tells. Please the full text, not paraphrased. We need to know what we are dealing with.” Kane who had wanted to speak out of turn, hearing the context ‘full text, and not paraphrased’ shut his mouth, pouting to the surprise of his brother and the other ancients when Lucille chuckled in her mind. They didn’t know the latter; they only saw kanae pouting like a kid denied lollipop. Seeing that no one knew the full text of the prophecy, Melvina was about asking to be told the paraphrased version, when Agrip signalled with a raise of his index finger, that he had something to say. Of course. Blenda mused. The man of wisdom. She thought, watching as the dude even stood up to his f
“So, in other words, there is no way to know which of them is the prophecy, till tomorrow then, right?” Shane inquired, folding his arms across his chest, his mind also going out to Emma who would be alone on her eighteenth birthday. He could swear that her family, the one at Florida, won't understand what was going on with her. He wondered what she would be doing now. Was she at home yet? Did she miss Derek? He glanced at his alpha, and sighed. Dude looked so lost.“Most likely. But I can say that it is Emma. The way she tackled and killed Casper, the wizard that Leonarya had sent after us, was bizarre and magnificent at the same time. It was like she was a combination of sorts, forces moving in perfect sync. I have never seen anything like that.” Julius answered, his mind obviously reliving the event. “Who is Casper?” Sheila asked, not entirely pleased that her daughter had made her first kill, but being that it was to protect herself, she relaxed a bit. “Well, after Derek had ex
Dobah was about to ask a question, when he heard the shriek of a bird from above. Startled, he stopped his words, and looked up, aware that he was not the only one that had been surprised by such a loud shriek. Two white little birds. Cute things if he must admit. The birds were playing with each other, females he was sure. He couldn't help but wonder what two female birds were doing together on a high window pane. Shouldn’t there be a male to play a mating dance with them? The birds also were of the same breed with the same markings. There was something suspicious about them, but he couldn’t detect a weird energy from them. If anything, he felt relaxed. If they're the wrong birds, he should detect some atmosphere change, but there was nothing.When he saw the others relax and begin to return their gazes to the table, he was aware that they felt no threat from the birds. And so in the mouth, or rather mind, of two or three witnesses, the truth was established. Was that how the 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