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
"The next time I saw the woman—she never told me her name, and I usually forget to ask her till she is out of my presence—was seven months later. Then, I was already six months pregnant. It was like confirming from the last time that I had taken care of Olivera well, she had healed my womb…I honestly wasn't sure what she did, but I was more than happy to see her. This time around, she had appeared at my doorstep looking like she had just weathered a mighty storm. Her hair had been strewn out of places, and her cloth had been out of sort. She demanded for food immediately she hit the sofa, and Olivera had jumped on her arms. I knew then that the effect of the war was really telling on them. I asked her after I had served her food how the war was going, she had shrugged her shoulders and said fine. That was all the answer and words I got that day. For after she had ate, she had fallen into a deep sleep with her niece in her arms. They had slept for over five hours. Olivera had woken fir
"So, do you think that the reason why the vampires are here is because of Olivera? If that is the case, what about the missing people all over other packs? The last meeting held had brought to light all these issues. Discovery had being made too, with proof, that the vampires had been behind it. So, what exactly do these vile creatures want? What is going on? What is their end goal?" Jeremy asked the ancients after they have returned to his place, to pick on the details and crumbs they collectively have. Jacob still hasn't spoken. "Well, it's because of an experiment. An experiment which had started with me. Human hunters had captured me for a particular experiment with the vampire…”Jeremy raised an eyebrow, causing Zendedari to halt mid sentence. How had a mere human capture an ancient? He thought these people were above all that? Do the stakes work? Really?“No, they don’t.” Zendedari answered Jeremy’s thoughts to the latter’s surprise. “Sheild your mind around supernaturals, bo
Two Days Later:Raul was pacing his office, biting his fingernails intermittently—a coping mechanism he couldn’t do without since the disappearance of Olivera—as he contemplated on the reason why Jeremy had blocked his mind path. The lad should be back here by now to make a report, but he wasn’t, and worst he couldn’t be reached. Raul couldn’t help but wonder what had gone wrong. Had he been kidnapped too? How possible was that? A knock sounded on the door. He didn’t need to say come in, for he already knew that it was Roland and Seth. “Is the troop ready?” He asked immediately as they stepped into the office. Roland nodded his head, taking in the appearance of his Alpha who bit his fingernail again as if it was the last hope of survival. He didn’t recognize this male in front of him, but he understood that it was because of the current situation with Olivera, Luna of the pack. However, Roland wasn’t happy that his alpha was looking like the king Leah that had been abandoned by
Raul inhaled deeply as he walked from one end of the room to the other, his eyes intermittently going to the huge wall clock right opposite the head chair of the long table. He was looking his normal self now, well groomed, and smelling nice. He folded his arms across his chest when the clock struck thirty minutes after he came into the office. When Jeremy had mentioned that he was coming with the ancients, was it a futuristic event, like maybe in two days? Raul shook his head. He remembered that Jeremy had spoken of it as a now event, something happening in the present. When Raul heard the sound of many feet walking in the hallway, toward the office, he knew that he had been worked up for nothing. They were here. Taking in another deep breath, he calmed himself down, relaxed his focus and emotions, and then sauntered to his seat and sat, waiting for a group of people who he had thought never existed, a people that would perfectly align with Olivera’s description of herself in her
She blocked them from her own end?Jacob didn’t know what to make of that, because when Vee had spoken his last clause, it was like his sister had purposely kept her location from them, it was like she didn’t want to be found. But why would she do that? Was she running away from something? His eyes found the Alpha at that point. The latter had a disbelieving look on his face. Why was that? Didn’t Vee add that piece of information when making reports? When he heard Vee sigh, he knew that indeed the latter had skipped that minute detail. “Vee, can you explain your last clause….” Raul muttered, leaning forward in his seat. “What do you mean that she blocked us from her own end. That wasn’t the earlier report you gave me.” “I know, but I’m not sorry about that. Your likely unguarded, and untrue thoughts when you know of it, had been the exact reasons why I hadn’t told you. You would think that she’s run away from you, you would start to doubt your recovered memories, you’ll start to
Two Months Later. Raul watched the sky from the mini porch, outside his room, counting clouds. He forgot the number he had counted after a while, then started all over—anything to keep his mind from the absence of his mate. It’s been two months since after his meeting with the ancients, with Jacob, and although the group had been of immense help to him since then, they still hadn’t found Olivera, not even a clue to her location. The only thing they were sure of was that it had been done with magic, probably a portal magic. Jacob hadn’t given up however, Vee too, and that was why Raul was still maintaining a cool facade, was still waking up each day and bathing and eating, as if nothing had happened, because these two were doing the same. The amount of loss couldn’t be compared when put on a weighing scale, but at least they had enough weight to keep him from falling into the hole of insanity. That and the intricacies involving Jeremy’s return to his father's throne. Two we