Freya tapped her index finger on her lap slowly, her eyes taking in hurriedly, the expressions of everyone present. Her father was in a contemplative mood.Her mate and his twin were curious.The werewolves were lost. Well, she was lost too.Her eyes settled finally on her mother, who had a calm expression on her face, a sharp contrast to what it was before Emma had mentioned the training field. What was that about? Yes, training surely went on thereโconsidering the termโbut was that all? How had her mother known about the place? At what time did she go there? Why did she tell Emma to wait for her there? How had she known that Emma would get the message? Motherly instincts? โFreyaโฆis everything okay?โ Freya jerked, her tapping motion stopping as soon as she heard Emmaโs worried voice. โI hope you can understand the reasons for my actionsโฆโ Freya immediately cut in. โI do. Donโt mind me. I was just caught up in thoughts. So, we canโt see you for now. Thatโs alright. But you want
Kane was surprised at his answer. From the gasp that escaped Dobahโs lips. He knew that his twin was surprised too. Kane hadnโt even known when he had said it. It had just been said in the spur of the moment. He never wants to lose Lucille, and he wasnโt even tempted to try the theory outโif Lucille would choose Emma over him. He had spent so much in thick darkness to even contemplate that.โOkay, I will take good care of her. You can count on me, like your father does.โLucille laughed again, and Emma heard. It was time to go. โThanks old man. I will hold you to your promise.โKane sighed in relief, and re-adjusted himself on his seat, not moved when Dobah amused himself in their mind path, or when he caught Blenda and Nathan staring at him like he had grown horns.They didnโt understand. He thought. They didnโt spend centuries yearning for death, yearning for anything, apart from turning to the undead.โSo, Freya, I have to go. I will talk to you later?โ Emmaโs voice crackled th
After Sheila was done narrating the first time she had come in contact with rare humans, Ava raised her hand in query. She had read in one of her special booksโan avid reader like her grandfatherโabout humans being entrusted with gifts by the gods sometimesโespecially in cases where the supernaturals fail to see reason, or fail to accomplish their purposes on this earth. โYes, Ava. What is your question?โ Sheila asked; confidence pruned with calmness was her epitome at the moment, the exact attributes that they have always known her for. โRare human. The type you had met. What are they?โ Sheila cocked her head to the side, contemplating the best way to explain this. โThey are humans quite alright, but they were chosen randomly by the gods. The ones I know of are the Ingodils. Iโm sure Annabel is part of the family, since the latter had mentioned them being overseers of the training field. They have an ancestry dedicated to keeping supernaturals away from harm, either from the hum
Melvinaโs mouth dropped open in shock when Derek stepped into the living room, with a different look and swagger. His long hair which he always prided in has been cut. Derek was sporting a buzz cut. Melvina didnโt know if that was a good sign or a bad one. No one in the room made a sound, because everyone was shocked. His aura also seemed different. He looked different. Matured would be the best word for it. Melvina wondered what her son had been doing in his room, apart from cutting his beautiful hair, that is. She took in the sheen of sweat around his muscles which were evident in the jersey he was wearing, and knew that he had been exercising, the best he could in a confined space. She wasnโt sure what this new Derek entailed, but her instincts proclaimed it good. Melvina looked at her mate. He had the same expression with her, although she could see the flint of pride in them. Peter was pleased with whatever he was seeing. Kane was nodding. The ancient had been the one to push
When Kane still roamed in darkness, when he had not found Lucille, when he had no idea how he could keep fighting the beast craving for attention within him, he didnโt know anything about feelings, about the feeling of elation, happiness, jealousy or even pride. But just a few days with his mate, with Lucille, he seemed to have experienced a multitude of emotions, and because he hadnโt seen them before, they seemed to have been magnified. Like now the pride that threatened to overwhelm him could fill up this room, could be enough in doses for everyone here. It was that great. He felt on top of the world. What brought him down was Lucilleโs amusement. โI hope your pride won't be a problem for me, old man.โ Kane huffed mentally. โYou will call me that too?โ โWhat do you want me to call you? My Kane.โ The pride reared its ugly head again, causing Lucille to shake her head, and alert the others that she had been silent communication with her lifemate. โKane, what is this, that the b
โSo, he drank your blood?โ Peter asked, incredulity ringing in his voice, already on his feet, his fiery gaze burning on a confused Kane. โDid you drink his too? Did you bite my son, ancient? Did you compel him?โ He then looked at Derek, as if his son was not there, as if someone else had taken control of his son, as if he was a puppet to some vampire master. Lucilleโs fear had come to pass. โIs he among you people now? Would he now feed on blood, instead of normal food like normal peopleโฆโ โโฆcareful, Alpha. This is a sensitive matter, and I suggest you tread carefully. Kane didnโt force your son to drink his blood. It had been his choice alone.โ Nathan interrupted Peterโs charade gently, yet firmly. His eyes were strongly fixed on Peter who chose to ignore him, rather than answer him. โYes, DadโฆI made the choice myself. I wasnโt compelled or whateverโฆโ โAnd how would you know if you were compelled or notโฆโ โYou better shut your mouth if you donโt want to break the alliance w
When Derek saw the shock that flooded his parentโs features, that flooded the features of everyone in the room, including the ancients, he laughed. โSorry, that didnโt come out right.โ โBetter for you. Eva is too young to take up the throne. She is barely seven. She is still a child. I wonโt support that.โ Yodah spoke, landing another shock ball on the people in the room. When he realized that he had spoken when he shouldnโt, that he had spoken what he shouldnโt, he sighed, and rested back in his cocoon. โDonโt worry. They wonโt be able to tell. Only the family knows.โ Well, that could be a wrong deduction. Yodah thought when he saw Eva staring at him, like she could see right through him. He squirmed in his seat, questioning himself the next second when he thought of what he was doing. He was squirming because of a six year old? Yodah couldnโt believe himself. Yet, Eva didnโt stop looking at him with that blank stare. She only looked away when Derek, ignoring the possible implic
2 Weeks Later:Freya and Lucille heaved in and out heavily, sweat dripping from every angle, from every plane of their bodies, as they tried to keep a firm grip on the magic ball they had each created to hold an elephantine metal intact, and suspended in the air. Before them was Margo who was relaxing on a wooden chair, watching them intensely, yet eating a grape fruit. An onlooker would think that the witch was terribly insensitive and abusing the girls, abusing the privilege given to her to train the girlsโbut there weren't much onlookers anyway. The trio were practicing outside the bungalow that Peter had given to the guests. It wasn't an obvious establishment to the other members of the pack, unless they turned aside from the Alpha's mansion, and walked to the backyard station. But even then, they wouldn't see it. The ancients, true to their word, had erected a safe guard first around the pack, and then an invisiblity one around the bungalow. Indeed, a person could be staring r
Emmaโs eyes were as active as anything active as she watched the elders slowly walk into the hall reserved for judging cases, like Annabelโs. 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. โWhat is that?โ 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 parentโs 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 didnโt 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. โAmelia! Annabel!โ 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, Emmaโs hands were already around them. โOh my goodness, I am so happy for both of youโฆโ she paused. โbut give me a heartache again, and I will skin you both alive..โ Annabel and Amelia divulged bouts of laughter, with the nurses. Prescott and Adah werenโt left behind,
Caden sighed in relief at his mateโs words, wanting to believe at all costs that the years he had spent with her, that the love they had shared, hadnโt been in vain. He didnโt know what he would have done otherwise. Cry, brood? Neither was acceptable in these times. And so, he wasnโt moved when his son piqued an eyebrow at his mateโs words, or when his daughterโs lips turned upโin disgust or curiosity, he wasnโt sure. But he didnโt care. He just hung on to the thread that his mate was spinning with. โI didnโt cheat on my mate, Iโm sure he would have found out if I had done so, considering the mate bond and all thatโฆโ There was a pause, where relief sunk its foothold the more in Caden and his children. โSo, if thatโs what you are thinking, Cadenโฆ if thatโs what you all are thinking, cut it out. I was surprised too when Claire had met me with the news at first, and I didnโt tell you, Caden, because I wasnโt sure how to explain the phenomena to you. I knew you held the lineage of you
Chyra didnโt know what Clem was talking aboutโthe end of the world, and all thatโbut she knew that she was to blame for Claire rejecting her mate considering what she had soaked into her daughterโs mind about the alphaโs family, about how the Luna seat was her birthright. She also knew that she shouldnโt be working with Arnold. But she was too proud to concede to that, to concede to anyone, and so she shrugged her shoulders to Clemโs 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? โMother, are you so daft thatโฆโ Clem was saying when his father shouted him down. Caden
At this point, Clem didnโt 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 didnโt 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. โWhat do you meanโฆClaire?โ Caden asked, pushing himself ahead, his elbow resting on his knees. โWhat 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 fatherโs 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 Clemโs mind that she was on her way home. That he hadnโt 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 hadnโt 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 hadnโt chosen her, she had returned to Curtis because he was an Alpha. Would she have returned to him if he wasnโt that? She didnโt know. That was the truth. She didnโt know. She might have gone back to Curtis, even if he wasnโt a
At Wind Winders Pack.โDad, what is this? What was Zoe doing in my room so early in the morning?โ Curtis questioned, a second after he rushed into the dining room where his parents were having breakfast. He had slept in obviously, but he didnโt care. Yesterdayโs training had been rigorous after all. He darted his eyes between his mother and father; his motherโs widened eyes told him that she had no idea what he was talking about; quite expected since this turn of event hadnโt been part of their plans. Hence, he trained his eyes on his father; the old man just continued eating his breakfast like he hadnโt 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 wouldnโt have been able to try before; an act that might have spelt his death; but considering his fatherโs few options of allies, he knew that he had a chance to live. And so, when his father glared at him heatedly, he didnโt quake in hi
โHeyโฆhow are you feeling?โ Emma whispered, touching Prescottโs 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. โPrescott, can you hear me?โ 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 couldnโt help but wonder why. Had Prince Shiloh ask them to avoid her? Or had professor Brooksโ 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. โSo, do you think you can cope?โ She heard Adah ask, and turned aside to see her new seat mate. The mischievous glint in the latterโs eyes made her smile, howbeit small. โI believe I can.โ 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. โWhere are you going?โ 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