Storm was speechless. She couldn’t shout-even though her mouth was opened to do that, no sound came out. It was the darkness that sucked the sound out of her. She was breathless too-her breath hanging on a thin thread of anticipation. What would happen next? Is this the manifestation of her dream?Her dream had just been like this; a dark closet, harboring a red eyed beast which had been after her life. A red eyed beast with a red stained mouth.Thinking of it now, she reasoned it was blood-probably the blood of Kaden. She shuddered involuntarily thinking of the previous one she had heard before dinner. Had the dream actually been real? Had the beast consumed Kaden and was now coming for her? Had she been stupid for not informing Kaden about the dreams she has been having? After all he knew of supernaturals. She was sure of it-she still remembered Lent, and his weird state when she had attempted healing him on the first day they had met. She should have told Kaden. Damn! She shou
Storm felt the light, knew when it had come on-even though her eyes went shut immediately she had felt the unknown touch her.She wanted to let out a breath of relief, but fear of seeing the unknown in light stripped her of courage more than she bargained for. She waited to feel the touch again, as the hand had gone away when the light had come on, but she didn’t feel it again.She took her lips again, wondering if the light had managed to dispel her assailant. But how? Was the unknown also a spirit like the angel that had visited her? Perhaps a demon? The knowledge of that being likely, caused shivers to break out all over her body.She heard shuffling of feet a few steps away from her, probably by the door, and decided to open her eyes, believing that one of her friends had been the source of the active light. But she did so slowly, apprehension still riding on her eyelids. Her eyebrow piqued on their own accord, when she saw Justin and Lucy by the doorstep, talking. No, more li
Kaden took a sip of the coffee that had gone cold on his study table. He smacked his lips as the chilly liquid touched his tongue. He dropped the cup immediately on the table like it had been a mistake in the first place picking it up to drink. “Don’t ask for another cup of coffee. That’s the third cup that I have made for you, and you never take past the first sip. Are you tasting the coffee for the first time?” Lent asked, whilst going through a stack of papers that lay piled on another desk, longer and wider that the one Kaden was using. It would be appropriately called a meeting desk for some board of directors. Lent knew that Kaden was knee deep in thoughts on what to do about the abduction of their friend’s wife, and couldn’t drink the coffee as usual even though it was his favorite kind. Yet Lent just wished his friend and leader could stay distracted, even if it was for a few minutes. Kaden had been at that space for more than five hours, without saying a word except for “
“So, Jutul, what were your findings?” Kaden asked the young man whom he had come to take as a younger brother. Jutul was actually a human, but his ruggedness and honesty had earned him a place in Kaden’s large heart. Kaden had found him five years ago during one of his trips down the country, in remote areas where they had gone to establish another arm of their business, cloaked behind an almost unknown convent. The guy, a budding teenager then, had been the one to inform the community head that a group of men had entered their town. Kaden had known because he had sighted the young Jutul at the entrance of the town, and had seen the skepticism on the boy’s face before he had hurried away. In the next five minutes, the town mayor was right in front of them with some guards. But of course, it hadn’t taken much time and money to convince the greedy man of their ploy. Jutul had watched the proceedings carefully, and seeing the effect Kaden had had on his mayor, had chosen to foll
“Is that all they said?” Kaden asked, to himself rather, a deathly smile on his face. His body was pumped with anger, indignation and war. So Ambrosia wanted war? He would give him war then. Yes, he had made a mistake of letting them in on what they were through one stupid mistake of his, but he won’t wallow in that one mistake let alone allow them to outsmart him. It had happened in the recent weeks when he had come to the country. After a tedious day working at a café, and a tedious evening spent in taking classes and getting to know the happenings of the area, he had wanted a run, rather needed it. And so, he, against his better judgment, had changed into his wolf version after making sure that no was looking and sprinted off in a run into a nearby little forest. After the invigorating run , he had returned to the spot where he had kept his clothes, changed back to his human version, and went away, unaware that there had been a drunk fellow just around the corner that had seen
From a ten thousand dollars to five hundred thousand dollars? Now, That was a huge leap. The silence in the room bespoke of the same thoughts going through each of their minds; that they agreed with Jutul. This was going to be a concerning issue. Kaden was beginning to calculate if it was okay now to check up on Storm. Was this the best time? He wondered. Would she receive him with open arms and cherry touched lips, or would she fling him away and disregard his existence? He might be interested in her welfare, but he wasn't sure he was going to subject his ego to another round of bashing. “Jutul. Are you sure of your finding? Was the increase in the bounty that much?” Lent inquired, not believing what his ears had just heard, and what his brain was still assimilating. Five hundred thousand dollars? How? Who was Storm? Why was her step mother so interested in her coming back home, when-according to Kaden-the woman hated her existence? Storm had come to have a special spot in
Kaden took note of the excitement rolling in waves all around his subordinate, but didn’t know what to think of it. Was the result of the lad’s investigation so appealing and exciting, or was it something else? He reasoned that he hadn’t seen Jutul this happy making reports. Could something be the problem? or was it just simply that Jutul was happy that the report seemed interesting to them. That would probably be it. He concluded, deciding to give the boy a chance to talk, so that his own intense curiosity will be quenched. “So, go ahead Jutul. Tell us your reports. Tell us your findings. What did she say?” Kaden asked, relaxing deep into his chair, hoping that whatever Jutul would say would give them a headway on what to do about Storm and her family. That was another thorn in his flesh that he hoped Jutul’s findings would help him treat. Jutul took a deep breath before commencing with his tales. “Well, I had tried getting closer to Miranda these past few days, and I can say
Lent rubbed his knee gently in thought, as he looked on at Jutul, wondering what next the lad had to say. Of course he knew that Storm had healing powers, after all she had used it on him, but he hadn’t been aware of the strength. The girl looked…weak. She looked like an innocent, someone that wouldn’t hurt a fly. To think that she had disfigured her step brother's arm was preposterous, although he thought it fair and deserving to the stupid boy. But to think Storm had done it, was nothing short of amazing and shocking. So, if she had superhuman strength, what else does she have? Was she even a human? If she wasn’t, then this might change some narrative. Could that be why Kaden was so hung up on her? Had he in some way had suspected that the girl wasn’t human? Lent knew that Lycans rarely found their fated mates, unless the goddess showed them some mercy. At the time of Kaden’s shift, Kaden had been sad, thinking that the goddess had loaded him with a curse when he had found