"So Clem, tomorrow is your birthday..Huh?"
Emma asked, turning her head to the backseat where the trio sat with Eva. Derek had insisted that she stay with him in the front seats of the car.
"Yeah." Clem, who had Maya sitting between Shane and he, replied; though still thinking and trying to understand why his sister had come to issue a personal invitation to them all. She had never done it before, well except to Derek, every year.
But this that she had done today? There must be something she is planning to do. He hoped it was something that he could get her out of, if it didn't go as she had planned. No matter what, she was still his sister, his twin.
"Cool. Happy birthday in advance." Emma said, with a smile, happy that they were talkin
Maya smiled as Emma mentioned her birth month; it seemed there would be lot of celebrations this season. She thought. Clem and his twin tomorrow, her brother, the next two days, then her cousin. Funny how they were born days apart, each one of them.Remembering her brother's birthday, got her having mixed feelings. On one hand, she is happy that little Jeremy was adding one year, and on the other hand, she would have to be there for his big day, since he was turning 18, which meant that she would see her mate, Leo."Can't wait." She heard Sia, her wolf say.She shook her head negatively. She didn't think it would end well. She didn't think that the evil effects of the panjyo potion have been wiped out yet. She didn't think that her mate would be able to recognize her still. Rather, what filled her thoughts at the moment was the fact that her ex best friend, Zoe, would be having a good time with her own mate. She wondered if Zoe had found her mate. She wished tha
The car came to a halt finally at the white bungalow; Emma's house.A smiling Emma came out of the car, before Derek could rush over as a gentleman to open up her door.She was home."Finally.." Maya sighed, bringing up Eva from her laps, allowing the little girl to scoot over to the space which Shane's immediate exit out of the car had created, so that she could step down from the car.Together, they all walked away from the car, towards the front porch of the house, with Emma leading the way, since she was the one with the locks of the house.But when Emma got to the door, her eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Her door had been unlocked already, and there was no knob either. Her house has been broken into."Derek.." She called, turning away from the door to her boyfriend."Yes. What happened?" Derek asked, stepping closer to her, noting the look of fright on her face."The door.." She stuttered, pointing towards the
Derek's eyes darted tro and fro the large expanse of the forest, as he stood akimbo, looking for whatever or whomever had broken into his little witch's house; looking for a clue or something that would give him a hint of what had happened at his mate's place. When he and his cousin, with his beta and gamma, had walked into the house which looked disarranged and totally scattered, he had known that someone had been in the home, searching for something. But what could that be? He thought. What possibly can a human have that the queen of witches was searching for her?; and now her house has been ransacked, turned upside down. Did his little witch steal anything? He shook his head negatively. It wasn't possible. She had just moved in here and hadn't even stayed for a month. So what was really the problem? He thought, scratching an itchy spot on his long hair.
With Eva's little help, Emma managed to arrange her books and clothes in order, which had been strewn around earlier.They were picking up her make up kit contents which were lying down idly on the floor, when Derek and Maya stepped into their room. They were back, finally, after more than two hours."Any luck on who did this?" She asked with a blank face, not wanting them to know that she had regained a bit of her memory pack. Since they had chosen to not trust her, and lie to her; she had promised to do the same. Two can play the game. She had thought then."Not really. Must have been some robber or thief." Maya replied, looking around the room, and seeing the improvement in its order."Oh, okay." Emma said. "Am I still safe here?" She asked, wanting to act normally like a person whose house had just been burglarized; she didn't want them go catch on, on her aloofness or perhaps the fact that she d
Emma blinked her eyes repeatedly, as if trying to clear an invisible fog laying idly in her head, as she held unto Derek's shirt, waiting for the pain wracking her brain to subside."Are you okay, Emma?" She heard Eva asked for the hundredth time as the others, and slightly nodded, not wanting to cause the little girl to worry.But it didn't seem like the little girl saw this little action of hers, because in the next second, she, the little beauty told Derek and the others about what had happened earlier, when they had been out searching for the burglar."Derek, would Emma really be okay? This is the second time that this is happening." The little girl had said, causing her older counterparts to gasp in suprise."You don't believe me?" She asked, when she noticed that they were just looking at her like she had muttered an impunity."You can ask her, if you don't believe me." She
The time was 7pm already. The darkening of the sky enlightened Maya that it was time to go back to the pack, since she would be coming back again to sleep over at Emma's house. She wondered if Derek would stay over too. But she was sure Eva wasn't coming back here, at least for tonight. And it was as if the little girl knew; her face was quite withdrawn, not smiley like the usual, she was hungry too, and that was the only way Maya had been able to convince her into going home; that there wasn't much food at Emmas's. The refrigerator in the house needed to be restocked too.The house itself had been arranged totally by the total effort of them all, including Eva. The little girl had refused to be cut out of the cleaning process, and so they had allowed her to help Emma pack up her littered belongings.The sitting room and the other rooms were now in order, the evidence of a burgulary totally erased out.Since It has been decided by Derek that he would stay with E
Emma stared at the woman blankly, her mouth still opened, as the woman crossed her legs, seating on the stool, looking all poise and certain. "You should take a seat." Zipfara said, indicating with her thoroughly decorated white staff that Emma should seat back on her bed. "We have a lot to talk about." She added, tapping her left foot rhythmically on the tiles floor. Emma nodded like a reluctant lizard, before taking a seat, more like dumping herself slowly on the bed. She gulped down her spittle, suddenly thirsty, perhaps due to the drop in temperature in the room. "Do you believe in beings, not entirely humans, existing on the earth?" Zipfara asked, keeping her staff, reclining slightly on the dresser table, then folding her hands together. But Emma was mute. She opened her mouth, then closed it. Her mind still reeling from the scene playing before her eyes. She couldn't believe that she had just watched a beautiful woman metamorphose or ap
She had blacked out.She had blacked out, and remembered."Emma..are you okay?" She heard the witch, Zipfara calling unto her, and blinked her eyelids which seemed heavy. How long had she been out? She thought, trying to sit up from the lying position she had been in."Are you okay?" Zipfara asked her again, as she helped her sit up properly on the bed."What happened?" The witch asked, taking a seat on the dressing chair."I blacked out." Emma replied with a shrug, unsure if she could trust the woman with what she had seen, and what she was hearing in her head."Obviously." Zipfara said, piquing her eyebrows at her."I meant why. Why did you black out, when I mentioned Leonarya's name? Have you heard of her?" She asked."No, I havn't. I don't know nothing." Emma replied, folding her arms across her chest.&nbs
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