Emma's anger for the queen daunted the more as a result of this new piece of information that the latter had just revealed to them. The queen descended from the lineage of that powerful breed? Wow, does she possess the power? She thought, deciding to ask that, since the squirrel didn't want to even though he was hungering for that particular answer."Do you have that power residing within you? You know, you are, obviously, a descendent of your grandmother." She queried, finding a sitting position on the bed once again-calm enough to sit down again."I should. But honestly, I don't know. I heard that it would lay dormant till the offspring in question comes face to face with the evil beast species. So, I haven't faced one before. I'm therefore not sure if I even have the power or not." Zipfarah replied, taking a seat on the bed too, the necklace still dangling from her hands."You can follow me then. You can check out if the power resides in you when you meet Derek." Emma suggested, h
Watching Emmma disappear without her saying something to him or even looking in his direction broke Daniel's heart. He was beginning to regret his folly some months ago. Why had he left without telling her about him? Yeah, he had been trying to leave her off the hook of who he really was, but was the benefit now? What was the essence of the whole secrecy? She still found out about who and what he was, and worse, she hadn't heard it from his own mouth. Hearing it from his own mouth would have lessened the punishment; there he would have the opportunity to apologize properly.Now, he had nothing. He didn't have her trust or her person. He wondered if she would ever forgive him. Damn him! He thought, remembering the first time they had met, or rather, how he had come to know about her.It had all started with his grandmother's call, a year ago. Damon was out of the state for a mission, schooling wherever he was too-they had always changed schools a lot whilst growing up, and it had been
Still remembering:For a minute or two, he had been speechless, seeing that his plan had fallen by the wayside. It was then that another strategy had filtered into his mind. A truth this time around, but one with an ulterior motive."I'm sorry, Emma. I had just wanted to be your friend, to be close to you, but I had seen no other way to do that other than by approaching you as a dummy. I had thought that if I had asked to be your friend directly, you would have turned me down. I'm sorry. I hope you find in your heart to forgive me." He had recited, holding in the smile that had been trying to metamorphose on his lips, when he had seen her blush, then cough, sinking her fingers into that redness of hair that for some reason then, he had longed to smoothen with his fingers.He had rendered her speechless for some minutes, and when she had finally talked, it had been like a croaking."That's…okay…" She had stuttered, before keeping his book back on the table.Later , he had found out tha
Emma furrowed her eyebrows as she appeared in front of her house with Prescott. It seemed like ages since she had been here. The white house still remained the same. There were no signs of anything peculiar or extraordinary. It was just there. But that wasn't why she had thinned her gaze; no, it was the darkness of the night. Hadn't it been a few minutes past six that they had disappeared from Lily's room? So, why was it dark here like it was half past seven?"Prescott…" She called the squirrel, turning aside to look at him, but balking when she didn't see him or smelt him. What the hell! Had the squirrel just dropped her here, and left? Had Zipfarah commanded him to do so? Why couldn't she even scent him? That was weird. She thought, feeling a variety of emotions. There was anger and sadness, there was disappointment already, and of course, fear. All around her, there was dead silence, eerie silence. It felt creepy for some reason, scaring her the more.Perhaps, it was because she ha
Emma frowned, a deep furrow forming in her eyebrow as she tried to grasp the concept behind whatever theory that the squirrel just spurted from his mouth.What the hell was that? Imagine something and he would latch onto it? Did he have a mind vision? The concept reminded her of her professor. Professor Perkins who had told her to imagine and hold the thought of being totally free from the innumerable voices which had besotted her a few days ago when she had stepped into the power of reading minds. But that was different. Professor Perkins hadn't been able to read her thoughts or see the image. So, what was the squirrel talking about? He could read off images too? Although it sounded awesome, it was a bit creepy."Emma…" The squirrel called her, and she shrugged, deciding to listen to him and obey. She could ask her questions-for she had them many, later.Now, obey she shall.And so, she captured with her mind, the picture of the gown she wanted to wear(the gown she had imagined times
Ava's mother.That had been Emma's first thought when she had seen the woman, standing right in front of her. The eyes, the nose, lips, expression, everything screamed Ava, except the hair. Ava didn't have the dirty blond hair. She wasn't as close to Ava as she was to Maya but the former had crafted a tiny place in her heart since saving her from further humiliation at Cassie's party. The latter had saved her from going insane-for that had been what her feelings had bordered on when she had found Cassie on Derek's lap."I am Emma, Ava's friend." She replied finally, remembering that the woman had just asked who she was."Ava's friend?? That's weird. She had never mentioned you. Come in." The woman said, and Emma muttered a thank you, before stepping into the sitting room which had an uncanny resemblance with Derek's. She chuckled unconsciously as she remembered that she had once referred to this entire place as Melvina's estate. What the hell! She thought; what ignorance could cause.
Ava was all dressed up. She was sitting on one of the two armless chairs in her room, the squirrel on her lap, waiting for Emma. She had been waiting for thirty minutes. But she wasn't really concerned about that. She was more concerned about the fact that the redhead in her dressing room was back, and so Derek would be free from the beast, at least that had been what her father had mentioned. Her father was Jack, the pack's doctor.On the night that her father had suddenly left the house, she had been awake, unable to keep down Sydney Sheldon's 'the stars shine down'; a book she had borrowed from one of the humans in their class. Of course she had known that it had been work that must have taken him out by that time, but it hadn't stopped her from worrying. She hadn't been able to remember the last time her father had left the house by that early wee hours of the morning to work, except in rare cases where a woman of her pack was having difficulty giving birth.So, when he had return
Jack, Ava's father opened his mouth then shut it, still processing what he had just heard. It seemed too much to take in. So, the mate whom he had advised that the young lad should pray to the goddess for, had already been staying with them in the pack, and was a human? What does this mean for the pack? Would a human be Luna? Personally, he didn't have a problem with it, since she alone had the capacity to drive away the beast with time, but what about the others? They didn't know about the lad's current state. Neither did they know about his battle with an Alferic beast. So would they accept the human as their Luna? And about the beast, he doubted that they would know about it. He himself hadn't seen any of that before; had just known it from stories told time without number by his parents. And now, the evil being had possessed their soon to be Alpha and no one knew except from his family and the Alpha's.Did the human know about that? Is her 'chi' strong enough to drive away the b