Lily’s POVAs I prepared breakfast for the kids, I got carried away with thoughts from what happened yesterday afternoon.He said his name was Lucas Hawthorne. Hawthorne was the name of Lady Marty too, but I could not make such hasty conclusions.Being able to read through my mind, gave him an advantage over me, in that he knew exactly what I was thinking and it was hard to know if he was telling the truth or if he was only messing with my mind.“Mother be careful or you'll burn your hands,”I was startled when I heard Fiona's voice. “Thank you, love,” I smiled gratefully as I took the ladle out of the stew pot.“Where is your brother?” I asked her.“He is still in the room,” She replied.I sighed, looking beyond her towards the room. I put down the pot of boiling stew and held her childish hands and together we made our way back to the makeshift rooms.“How are you doing Raymond?” I asked as I settled at the foot of his bed.“I’m not good mother,” He replied with his face buried into
Lily’s POVSoon we arrived at Mistwood Creek. The once familiar surroundings now seemed more vibrant, more alive.The trees had grown taller, flowers of various colors bloomed along the pathways, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of blossoms and the songs of birds.We stood looking at the great walls of Mistwood Creek. I had intentionally avoided the grave where my parents and pack members lay. I needed to avoid anything that would stir up a series of emotions in me.I sighed."Mother, where are we going?" Fiona asked, noticing how strained my face was.I smiled down at her, trying to mask my own anxiety. "We're going downtown, sweetheart."Raymond, always the inquisitive one, looked up at me with a serious expression."Who are we going to see? Lady Marty or Lucas?"I paused, kneeling down to their level so I could look them in the eyes. "There is this lady that has a special ability to help you control your magic better and as you know, her name is Lady Marty,"Fiona looked
Leila’s POVAs the morning sun pierced into the room through the open curtains, I shifted and turned in bed. I woke up to a throbbing headache, so I immediately rang for Maureen.“Good morning Sister,” She greeted with a slight bow.“Have you found out who he is yet?” I asked while holding one hand to my head.“Why? What is taking you so long?” I yelled at her.She recoiled at my yelling and after I was done, she recomposed herself. “The men your father assigned to us are few and we cannot cover the whole of Mistwood Creek in such a short time,” She replied with an annoying humility.“How long will my father stay confined to his tent house? We need to act fast!” I yelled.“Sister, are you sure it was a silver-haired male you saw?” Maureen asked. I turned and gave her an icy glare. Was she insinuating I was not seeing clearly?“I'm sorry Sister,” She apologized when she noticed my cold stares.I was certain of what I saw. The man was silver-haired, just like his wolf. His aura was inti
Marcus’s POVThe morning felt a little bit too beautiful to be true. I decided to take a walk around the garden.“Marcus, you seem relaxed now the fight of beasts has been postponed,” Winston remarked as we walked around.“Should I not be?” I asked him.“You should be,” He replied.I paused and turned to look at him. He seemed to have lost weight and it made him look better than he was in his overweight form.“Keep doing whatever it is you are doing, it looks good on you,” I said but his next words cut me off.“I miss her,”I turned and looked at him. “What do you mean by that?”“I mean Lily and Clara. They both brought sparkle to this part of the mansion.“Cut it out, they left together of their own volition,” I replied.I missed Lily too, but I could not allow such emotions to overwhelm me. They gnawed at me, but I could not allow them to dominate my mind.“What if one day, she comes back to Mistwood Creek?” Winston asked.“Do you always have to be so ratty and inquisitive like a mo
Leila's POV“Am I just anybody?” I asked, trying to contain the anger I felt within.He did not even lift a glass of water to drink. Sadly I had not tampered with anything.“The more you insist, the more suspicious you make yourself, so cut it. I won't eat or drink anything,” He sneered.I laughed lightly. My laughing was more to calm me down and had nothing to do with what he said.“Fine, if you say so,” I said and picked up a plate of grapes and helped myself to eat. He stared at me while I ate.After a while, he rang the bell and a maid walked in. “Call me Winston,” He ordered and the maid bowed and left.“I thought we agreed on no servants,” I asked after the maid left.“I don't remember agreeing to such an absurd thing, but I do remember you being edgy with the servants around,” Marcus replied with so much composure.I noticed how hard he tried to get me angry, but I refused to let him take the lead in a meeting I called for.I needed him to make his choice now. A foe for life or
Lily's POVWe stood on our way out of Mistwood Creek when I suddenly remembered that I had not seen Grayson in four years. It would be a risky move, but I felt it was worth it. After all, Marcus would not be expecting me.“Who's Grayson?” Raymond asked.“Stop peeking at my thoughts Raymond,” I scolded.“I'm sorry Mother,” He apologized.I looked at him and sighed. “Grayson is Clara's father,” I said to him.“Aunt Clara's father is alive?” Fiona asked excitedly.I nodded and smiled at her excitement.“How about our father?” Raymond asked.Immediately his words registered in my subconsciousness, and the smile that stained my face disappeared before it had a chance to spread.“What about him?” I asked.“Is he alive?” He asked.“He should. Now that should be all about him for now okay,” I said and urged them towards the secret path I had escaped from.They walked with me quietly, not wanting to annoy me any further with questions about their father, Raymond decided to play a game with his
Lily's POV“Hello ladies and gentlemen, your biscuits are ready,” Clara said as she approached where we sat with a tray of biscuits and glasses of persimmon juice.“Thank you, Miss,” I said with a smile.Grayson patted a seat beside him for her to sit, while Fiona found her way beside me.We ate the biscuits and caught up on each other's lives, especially Grayson's.“Master Marcus even visited this morning,” He said calmly.Almost as if he knew we'd be here.According to Grayson, since the day of the mysterious rain and sun, after Marcus asked him where Clara went and he did not want to expose her location, Marcus had not returned to his home till that morning.“What did he say when he came?” Clara asked curiously.“Nothing much, he didn't even come in for a minute or as much as take a seat on the pavement in front,” Grayson replied.Ohh.I raised my head to notice their stares at me. “Sorry, I didn't know that came out loud,”I did not realize a soft spot was growing in my heart for
Shawn's POV“Shawn. Wake up,”I squinted my eyes open as I heard Martin's soft voice call out to me.“Where are we?” I asked as I struggled to sit upright on the ground, where I just woke up from.“I don't know,” Martin replied as he slumped back to the ground sitting on his knees.“Ohh,” I gathered whatever little energy I had on me and pushed myself up from the ground.We seemed to be inside a dark tunnel with no beginning and end. I tried to illuminate the tunnel with magic but it did not work.But as I took a step, familiar lamp lights lit all along the tunnel walls.Crimson Valley.“You grew up in a tunnel?” Martin asked.I chuckled almost immediately at his question. “Growing up in a tunnel? Really?”“Beats me too,” He replied.“No Martin, I meant to say that we may have found our way back to Crimson Valley where I was born,” I replied to him as I found my way around the tunnel.I did not know which of the tunnels I was in, but I could feel the strong magical force of our ancest