All Chapters of CONCEALMENT : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

EmeraldI can never bring myself to fully remember what happened after the stranger found my brothers and I. All I know is that we made it out alive. And from that day, they hated me ever since. I was locked in this room, away from the pack, away from civilization for nine years. And nearly every day, every other day if I was lucky, one of my brothers would come and say how much of a disgrace I was. I never truly knew who it was that came, I was too much in my own sorrows to know for certain. All I know is that I never once got to leave this room. And my only communication was Debra, the only person who actually felt sorry for me. Who didn't think my parents death was my fault, even though she was possibly the only person who thought that. After their death, amongst the pack, my brothers had told them that I was kidnapped and never to be seen again. Reasons for why no one ever really came looking for me. And surroundings packs didn't know why my parents actually died, just to protec

AnonymousOnce Trent left the room, locking all four locks, he was soon heading downstairs quickly to clean up his bloody hands and shoes. He was fuming, livid. Him always being the one to lose his temper quickly amongst his two brothers. Once he was out of sight, he made his way to the door, unlocking it with a bobby pin. It was hard no doubt, but it needed to be done before anyone found out. He had seen them come in and out of this room for years, no one being the wiser that Emerald was being held in there. Everyone thought she was dead. When he got the forth lock unlocked, he pushed open the door. But something was different this time. He expected to hear her slow heartbeat, as he had previous times before. But he didn't hear anything. That quickened his motions and went further inside to find her on the floor, looking lifeless. It wasn't for the lack of audibleness from her heart, he wouldn't be so nervous. He knelt down in front of her and began to shake her lifeless body.

Emerald"Emerald," said a soft and clear voice. I didn't remember anything. But I knew what I felt. And I felt free, absolutely free. I didn't feel pain, I didn't feel guilt whatsoever. I felt... alive. I don't remember the last I felt like this, if ever. I heard my name continuing to be repeated. By the same soft and angelic voice. It reminded me of my mother and thought of her brought a mental smile. She yearned for the voice of her mom, her gentle touch, her angelic like laugh. Everything. "Emerald," said the voice again. "Mom?" she asked groggily but hopefully.Opening my eyes, I was met by a bright light outlining a figure of a woman. The figure looked a lot like my mom but the more I adjusted to the sudden setting, the more I realized it wasn't her. This woman was flawless. Long luxurious hair, golden tan like skin, face that bore no wrinkles, acne, dark spots- nothing. She was gorgeous. I grew confused as to who she was, where I was, why I was here. "Ah so many questions I

EmeraldFor a brief moment, it was still in the darkness. I didn't feel anything. I didn't hear anything.Just still. But then a feeling from deep within my body started to make a presence. It was small at first, and almost went unnoticed. But it grew. It felt like it was taking twists and turns and overall felt weird within my body. It wasn't excruciatingly painful but it wasn't a good feeling either. It somewhat made me gasp as it took over my body and seemed to consume me. I couldn't stop it even if I tried. Just when the feeling seemed to become worse, there was a warming effect that instantly went throughout my body. It felt calming and relieving. And just like that, I was back in Malena's living room, looking at her. "You alright?" she questioned. I nodded my head. "Okay good. How well is your sense of smell?""Uh pretty good I'd say," I responded. "I'm able to smell the rotting egg salad in your fridge."Her eyes grew wide. "I completely forgot about that. Well okay then,

EmeraldNine months. The first three months were in Florence, Italy where Jemma taught me. There I learned a lot about my powers, how to control them, and countless hours of practice. I learned spells, how to create my own if need be, and the use of potions. The three months passed by quickly and I wasn't aware of the fact that there would be a deadline when it was all over. Yes, I knew that Jemma was pushing me much harder and faster than I would've thought but I took it and didn't question it. Not until one morning when she said my teachings were over and that I was going to go through with my werewolf training. Of course I had believed that I had more to learn, but with the vagueness of just about everything in witchcraft, I went along with it. I understood that there were a lot of things that I needed to learn on my own and that it wasn't as easy as asking a question and receiving a legitimate answer. There was never anything straightforward when it came to witchcraft. I belie