When Jacob, and the other ancients stepped inside the room, they were first greeted by the opulent luxury in the large sitting room. Again, Jacob wondered how his parents had suddenly come into this vast amount of wealth, when there were others suffering in the outskirts of the pack. He perused Jeremy as he thought upon this, unmoved when he saw the latter watching him too. Jacob could detect the shock in there, and there was the pain again. A pain so searing that Jacob didn’t know what to do with it, especially because he knew that it was connected to his sister. Jacob turned away, not wanting to acknowledge it. Instead, he took a seat on a very long sofa with an L shape. The ancients followed his cue. With everyone seated now, the butler served them drinks. The ancients glanced at each other before taking the glass cup in their hands, and donning the liquid in one go. They felt nothing, tasted nothing. There was a cough from their audience which alerted them to the fact that th
Kendalf smiled, liking the fact that Sarah was an avid reader. It made the explanation process easier on them. If not, how could he have enumerated their qualities without coming off as an egocentric personality? "In history, the ancients are not portrayed as purely evil or malevolent beings. While they have a dark and dangerous side, they also possess a sense of honor and a desire to protect those they care about. They often act as guardians and mentors to younger ones, guiding them and imparting their wisdom. However, the ancients are not without their flaws and vulnerabilities. Despite their immense power, they can still be wounded and killed, although it takes a significant amount of force to do so. They are also susceptible to the same weaknesses as other vampires, such as sunlight and a good dose of silver." Sarah concluded, about to ask Jacob to continue his story, when Jeremy asked her immediately the difference then, between vampires and ancients.The group looked on, wond
Jeremy wanted to laugh, and then he wanted to cry. Jacob thought he was the Alpha of the pack? That would mean that the lad knew of his existence before now. But how? His parents had made sure that he was out of the pack from birth. Not that it still helped. His uncle, somehow had found out, hence the untimely death of his parents. But how did Jacob find out? "You are speechless now?" Jeremy shook his head, and chuckled. "You’ve got the wrong person, Jacob. I'm not the Alpha. My uncle is." Jacob's eyes narrowed in slits, suspicion fanning within them, suspicion which when Jeremy beheld, he pointed to Sarah and her husband. "You can ask them. They are the ones that have been here, after all…" Jacob obeyed, without hesistation, not understanding how a bastard was on the throne, instead of the real heir. Jackson wasn't even an Alpha, wasn’t even from the family. How the hell did the stray take the place of the heir? Sarah exchanged glances with her husband. "Mallory, I think you sh
“Are you expecting any one?” Jeremy asked Mallory and Sarah, his eyes darting to the door which the butler stood by now. Sarah shook her head. “Not at all. You are the only visitor that we expected today. Kolen, who is that?” The butler turned around with a blank expression on his face. “The Alpha’s messenger.” Sarah withdrew into her seat, after a shared glance with her mate. The duo looked at the ancients next. “You can let him in.” Enoch said, and immediately the butler opened the door wider, and the Alpha’s messenger stepped into the room. From the badge placed at the heart region of the messenger, Jacob knew the messenger was a pack warrior. Why turn them into messengers? What was the use of the mind path then? Jacob shook his head. Using warriors as messengers. That was the height of it all. Maybe Mallory was right. Maybe, the Alpha needed to be killed. But first he needed to see Olivera. “What’s the message from the Alpha?” Mallory bit out, obviously hating to act as the
No one saw Jacob move. No one except the ancients that all had smirk on their faces when Jacob was suddenly in the face of Jackson, when Jacob was suddenly lifting the Alpha up from his seat whilst choking him with a death grip on the latter’s neck. Lisa had fallen to the ground out of fright and shock, an event which pleased Zande no great deal. For an added flourish, she swept Lisa’s hand which had been supporting the latter’s weight on the ground, off the ground, such that Lisa plummeted down the stairs, her head hitting hard on the polished floor. A scream echoed through the inner court.‘I wouldn’t peg you for a petty woman, Zande.’ Zande ignored Amia, refusing to let the latter’s taunt dampen her happiness at seeing the Luna squirm and cry for help. No one came to their rescue. It was then that Zande realized that the guards had left them to themselves. Weren’t the lot supposed to guard their leaders? ‘Unless they aren’t happy with their leaders.’ Zendedari said through the m
What issues could Raul possibly have? Jacob thought in annoyance. What issues could he possibly have for abusing his sister, and then going into a coma? “Is he still in a coma?” He asked, folding his arms across his chest, not asking out of concern, just gathering facts, and wanting to know if he was going to see the Alpha anytime soon so that he could air his views. “Yes. Some weeks ago. And since then, he’s been insane at most times. Finding out that Olivera was missing had taken a huge toll on him.” Enoch sighed. That was to be expected. Although he didn’t understand how a mate could abuse another, even physically, he wouldn’t underestimate the mate bond. Even now, he wouldn’t put his mouth in the rough situation between the two parties involved, like he was sure Jacob would, knowing that the matter was actually between the both of them to resolve. But then Jacob was Olivera’s brother. “He has been expending all of his resources to find her. As I said before, that's why I am h
Mallory soughed, inclined himself deeper into his seat, and tapped his mate. “You are a better narrator. I’m sure you should take over.” Mallory was aware that his mate was still getting over the fact that they might lose Jacob, as they had lost Olivera, but he believed that talking about it might help her get over the impending loss quickly. Jacob wasn’t their son. They had just been caretakers, and they had failed in that duty twice. They won’t fail the third time. Sarah sighed, wanting to rebuff the request, wanting to refuse, but knowing that doing so wouldn’t speak well of her character. She didn’t want to talk about how she had gotten the kids however, it was like solidifying the reality that Jacob would leave her. Why would he come back again? The pack was a mess, and nothing seemed able to pin him here. He has found his mate too. Even though she noticed that the both had managed to keep their hands away from each other, she knew with the body movements and languages. It was
“As I mentioned earlier, Olivera was a beauty, and so it didn’t take us long to get acquainted with her. It didn’t take us long to get distracted by her. For when I and Mallory got distracted by the little girl, the woman disappeared.” Sarah continued, dabbing her eyes softly with the cloth material. “It was a shock we had gotten over the next few months. But at that moment, it had been new and nerve wrecking. Olivera didn’t seem to be fazed by it though. When we asked her where she was from, she replied in jumbled words, but we could understand that she had said princess, kingdom and war. She didn’t say anything else. However, we deduced from the sad look on her face that her kingdom was attacked, and that the mother, in order to save her child, had sent her sister to keep them somewhere safe. But where did the woman go? I had wondered, peering at the thicket of bushes. When I suddenly remembered that she had mentioned children earlier, I had thought that she had gone to bring more