“How is everyone doing?” Nathan asked, breaking the comfortable silence in the room, and alerting those whispering to each other that the meeting had started in earnest. There were nods and echoes of ‘fine, thank you’ around the group, their attention all hooked to Nathan who was sitting with Sheila, on a two seater sofa. There were more sofas like that, a few lone ones, and two long ones. Melvina had gone shopping. “Okay, that’s great. It’s been two weeks since our last meeting, and I would like to know how far each one of us has gone, either with the training, or the assignments that have been given to you.” Nathan stated, leaning ahead, his elbow resting on his thigh, supporting his clasped hands.“We need to know if we have made any significant progress, and if there are adjustments that need to be made, or more assignments to be given.” Kane nodded in agreement, looking at Alpha Peter to break the ground first. “From my son’s reports yesterday, our warriors have done marvelou
The desperate look of help on Brandon’s face as he fell to the ground caused terror to fall upon Peter and his mate especially, seeing that they knew Brandon from when the latter had been young. Brandon was rarely terrified by an issue. “What is the matter?” Derek asked when he noticed that his father wasn’t forthcoming with the question, obviously overtaken by surprise, and then fear. “What do you mean by they are back, Brandon? Who are they?” Brandon lifted up his face, anguish spread thickly over his handsome features. “The shadow warriors. But this time, they aren’t just here to capture or make a statement. They are killing!” It was then that Peter opened the Alpha’s all-knowing mindpath, which he rarely does because of the energy it consumes. He balked visibly, when he heard the cries of his people, their lament and plea for help. He could hear the thrumming of energy from the shadow warriors, hear the slashing of a neck. Peter didn’t know when a tear slipped from his eyes,
Complete chaos. Everywhere Freya looked at, was in complete chaos. The only place that wasn’t in chaos was the Alpha’s residence, and the bungalow where her family had been staying all this while. How had all these been happening, how had the painful shouts and the heart searing cries been happening and they hadn’t been aware? It was then that she understood that her father must have cloaked the living room where their meetings had been held with magic, with a safeguard akin to a sound proof, such that sound couldn’t leave the room, such that sound couldn’t enter too. And as wonderful as the advantages were, this was the exact disadvantage. Ignorance to chaos. Oblivion.People were running helter skelter, shouting as they run—their wolf strength and powers rendered obsolete in the face of the onslaught spearheaded by shadow warriors.Mothers were weeping for their children. Fathers were trying to fight the shadow warriors bravely—standing in the gap for their family—and dying whil
Margo has never been one to use a cuss word. Trained to be prim and proper, she has never said a cuss word. But seeing Freya heading toward the shadow warriors who were more than eager to meet this beauty who wasn’t afraid of them, hearing what Freya had said, she said ‘Fuck!’ She cursed right before she hurried after Freya, right before she threw a bout of lightning to the shadow warriors to slow them down. A few of the warriors fell, but they rose up again, unscathed, and joined their comrades who were steadily covering the distance between them and Freya. It didn’t do much, but Margo was already with Freya.She held the redhead by the shoulder, and turned the latter to herself. “Fuck!!!” This was muttered this time around with a striking vehemence, accentuated by the speed with which she staggered away from Freya. What the hell! Margo mentally screamed, perusing the girl that was one of the chosen ones.The latter’s eyes were dancing flames. Smoke puffed from her nostrils and
Too quiet. That was Lucille’s first thought when she got to the borders of the Fauger’s pack, when she hurried with her group members past the safeguards, into the pack that had stood with the Blue Moon’s pack in their crises. Too quiet. She thought as they stood in the center of the pack, as they took notice of the empty streets, and the shut up houses. The people were inside. Lucille exchanged wary glances with the people with her—Derek, Sheila, Claire, Aiden, Dobah and the two messengers that had come to make the report to the pack. When these messengers suddenly cut away from them, suddenly ran to the other side of the pack as if they were being chased by demons, Lucille knew they had been betrayed by the Fauger’s pack, knew they had walked straight into a trap. However, she held back from sending a distress call, choosing to use this moment to build her strength, rather than run at the first sign of trouble. After all, her sister and her mate could be busy. At least she had Do
For a full minute Lucille didn’t move or show any indication that the finger of the enemy was against her, was pointing at her. She stood, a blank expression on her face, as Legardo’s finger wavered—her reaction hadn't been what the man had expected—and then fell to his side. She watched him shift on his feet, watched him blankly as he barked out a nervous laughter and said “this one is a strong fellow, Sheila. It makes me wonder how the Emma is, you know the one you stupidly exiled…” Derek had his attention now. But Lucille was perusing the man, surprised at herself that she could read the man’s powers, that she could tell it was mighty. Fayot had been right, this man was no ordinary werewolf—he must have involved himself in something dark and sinister. She cocked her head to the side, and checked the powers on his feet and hands, his powers were in a better ration there than the others. She wondered if he could run as fast as her father or lifemate. When she noticed that Legard
Sheila swerved swiftly when she heard her Lucille laughing like a psycho would. She was instantly at loss when she saw the latter with Derek, laughing. Derek wasn't laughing really. But there were tugs on his lips. What was going between the two? Did they know something that she didn't? Did they know something that the ancients didn't?Her eyes widened a fraction when her daughter zapped around them, zapped around her, with such a speed that dazed her, and stood at the edge of the cage as if she could see the beginning of the cage, as if she knew the end of it. Sheila saw that this singular action of Lucille fazed Legardo, but she wasn't about to lose a daughter she had just found. "Lucille! What are you doing?" Lucille turned her head and looked at her mother, the smile not wavering on her lips. And with a voice, loud enough to be heard by a confused Legardo, she spoke: "He said there was no medium of communication in the cage but I was in Freya's mind some minutes ago."Legardo sh
"Bloodugering Hell!" Emma screamed, moving back ten steps away from the dusty cupboard she had tried to clean, while staring apprehensively at the lone cockroach that had made its way out of the cupboard in response to her simulative clean up process. The cockroach negligent of her scaredy face, scurried back into the dusty cupboard, leaving no trace behind. Skimming her slender fingers through her deep red hair, while staring at the little opening where the cockroach had passed through, Emma heaved a sign of relief. She tossed the now dusty brown rag on the floor which she had used earlier to clean out the kitchen table that stood near the morphy sink, and trudged tiredly to the window which stood at the far end of the kitchen, overlooking the thick dark forest. Emma watched keenly from the slightly broken window, at a rab