The breaths of everyone in the room was held on standby, until Emma's voice crackled through the phone. "He is not a vampire. He is a mage. Like you, to some extent. But he is evil. Evil. I couldn't even get closer to his thoughts. They were too sinister. I just couldn't stay in the environment. One thing I can say is that he is very old, despite being in a youthful body." 'Ask her, how old.' Aiden communicated to Freya. "How old do you think he is…" A beat of silence. "More than a century. Perhaps two?" Freya looked at everyone in the room again, aware of the sharp increase in the beating of their hearts. A mage of more than a hundred years old, in a youthful body. The ancients kept exchanging glances. 'What is it?' Freya couldn't help but ask Aiden. 'Mages like that are very rare, not like the witches of this region. They are darker. Possessed by spirits some times. Those are the ones that can perform that sort of thing you had seen the shifter do. However, I don't know if t
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 there—considering the term—but 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? “Freya…is everything okay?” Freya jerked, her tapping motion stopping as soon as she heard Emma’s worried voice. “I hope you can understand the reasons for my actions…” Freya immediately cut in. “I do. Don’t mind me. I was just caught up in thoughts. So, we can’t see you for now. That’s alright. But you want
Kane was surprised at his answer. From the gasp that escaped Dobah’s lips. He knew that his twin was surprised too. Kane hadn’t 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 wasn’t even tempted to try the theory out—if Lucille would choose Emma over him. He had spent so much in thick darkness to even contemplate that.“Okay, I will take good care of her. You can count on me, like your father does.”Lucille laughed again, and Emma heard. It was time to go. “Thanks old man. I will hold you to your promise.”Kane 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 didn’t understand. He thought. They didn’t spend centuries yearning for death, yearning for anything, apart from turning to the undead.“So, Freya, I have to go. I will talk to you later?” Emma’s 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 books—an avid reader like her grandfather—about humans being entrusted with gifts by the gods sometimes—especially in cases where the supernaturals fail to see reason, or fail to accomplish their purposes on this earth. “Yes, Ava. What is your question?” Sheila asked; confidence pruned with calmness was her epitome at the moment, the exact attributes that they have always known her for. “Rare human. The type you had met. What are they?” Sheila cocked her head to the side, contemplating the best way to explain this. “They are humans quite alright, but they were chosen randomly by the gods. The ones I know of are the Ingodils. I’m 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
Melvina’s 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 hadn’t 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 Lucille’s amusement. ‘I hope your pride won't be a problem for me, old man.’ Kane huffed mentally. ‘You will call me that too?’ ‘What do you want me to call you? My Kane.’ 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. “Kane, what is this, that the b
“So, he drank your blood?” Peter asked, incredulity ringing in his voice, already on his feet, his fiery gaze burning on a confused Kane. “Did you drink his too? Did you bite my son, ancient? Did you compel him?” 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. Lucille’s fear had come to pass. “Is he among you people now? Would he now feed on blood, instead of normal food like normal people…” “…careful, Alpha. This is a sensitive matter, and I suggest you tread carefully. Kane didn’t force your son to drink his blood. It had been his choice alone.” Nathan interrupted Peter’s charade gently, yet firmly. His eyes were strongly fixed on Peter who chose to ignore him, rather than answer him. “Yes, Dad…I made the choice myself. I wasn’t compelled or whatever…” “And how would you know if you were compelled or not…” ‘You better shut your mouth if you don’t want to break the alliance w
When Derek saw the shock that flooded his parent’s features, that flooded the features of everyone in the room, including the ancients, he laughed. “Sorry, that didn’t come out right.” “Better for you. Eva is too young to take up the throne. She is barely seven. She is still a child. I won’t support that.” Yodah spoke, landing another shock ball on the people in the room. When he realized that he had spoken when he shouldn’t, that he had spoken what he shouldn’t, he sighed, and rested back in his cocoon. ‘Don’t worry. They won’t be able to tell. Only the family knows.’ 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 couldn’t believe himself. Yet, Eva didn’t stop looking at him with that blank stare. She only looked away when Derek, ignoring the possible implic