Emma paced outside the door of the inner courts, getting impatient by the passing second. At the other side was Prescott; he was seated calmly on a bench, staring at her prancing movements with tired but amused eyes, not understanding she was this jumpy, after all, the Queen had sent for them quite alright. Also, he was sure that the boy, whoever he was that had her tied in knots, would be having his party by late evening. He had mentioned this to her on more than one occasion, but his words had fallen on deaf eyes ever since she had woken from her slumber. Was she in love with the boy that much?Emma glared at Pintel, Zipfarah's main guard for the umpteenth time. But the elf was unbothered, unfazed by her glares which had been coming hot and fast for some time now. She was tempted to zoom past him as before, but for the fact that she didn't want to upset the queen who had escaped a major attack of poisoning. From what she had heard from Prescott and the twin girls, the poison was it
Queen Zipfarah, still floored over the knowledge that Emma hadn't done anything to speed up or initiate her recovery, called out for Pintel, and when he arrived, she asked that he bring some tea for her guests. The latter bowed and hurried away."It is not really necessary. I am not in the mood for tea." Emma rattled on, her cheeks coloring the next second when Zipfarah and Prescott burst into a fit of laughter. 'Please don't tell me that I had been so obvious.' She thought, darting her eyes between the queen and the squirrel."Don't worry Emma, the poison hadn't affected our tea stock. And our chefs hadn't been behind it. So, don't worry. The tea is hundred percent safe. I will take a sip from it, to convince you, if you still think otherwise." Zipfarah stated, smiling widely at Emma. The latter looked so embarrassed. But she didn't blame her though, any responsible human would take that approach after watching a queen being poisoned by tea.Prescott didn't think it necessary to enc
Whilst Emma helped herself to some of the cookies on a round plate which had been on the tray, she noted the plain necklace with a blue center which was dangling from Zipfarah's hand. Was that a protection charm? She thought, before translating the question to Prescott telepathically.The squirrel was in the same boat with her. He had no idea what it was, or what it was used for."Here, have this…Emma. Give it to Derek. You can tell him, 'it is a birthday present.'" She said, and Emma exchanged glances with the squirrel first. An act which didn't go unnoticed by Zipfarah."What is it for?" Emma asked, knowing that whatever this plain necklace was, it must have a purpose; since it didn't have the primary characteristic of necklaces-beauty and enthrallment."Why do you think you have been so adamant about going back to see him?" Zipfarah asked, settling down at the edge of the bed, close to Emma."Well, I'm not sure. I just feel like I should see him so strongly. I can't really explain
Emma inhaled deeply, then let out a gush of hot air from her flaring nostrils, trying to calm her angry self down so that she wouldn't raise her voice at the queen. The latter was a queen right? She shouldn't be shouted at right? Emma mused, gritting her teeth, her fists tightening of their own accord. Her anger stemmed from the fact that the queen had known why she had wanted to see Derek, knew that he was in trouble; for fudge's sake, he had already been possessed!, and she hadn't told her, worse, she had tried to stop her. What was wrong with all these women thinking that they could control her, without bothering to let her in on some important information she should know. She shut her eyes again, as she felt that energy from before during the meeting, running smoothly all over her body system, smoothly but it seemed to be boiling, so hot that she wanted it out, she felt like exploding."Emma…calm down…" She heard Prescott's voice in her head, and grunted.Had he been aware? She wo
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’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