Melvina paced back and forth in front of her friend's hut-like house which was located at the outskirts of her pack, as she waited for her friend which was a witch to come out and meet her, and to fill her in on the outcome of her quest. She had gotten a message from her infamous owl as she was preparing breakfast for her family that morning. The owl had perched on her window pane, before opening her beak, to let out the paper which her lady friend must have put in there.
The message had caused her spirits to soar. She had been elated that she would soon know the intricacies of who Emma was. And so, she had rushed over breakfast, shifted, and had run over here. She knew she would have a lot of explaining to do with her mate, who must have felt her racing heart while she had been running. It was okay though. She had thought, having decided to tell her mate everything she had come to know about the human, including the fact that she was their son's mate. She bel
Melvina snatched the piece of paper gingerly from the door, removing the knife as well, her hands quaking with anger and fear at the same time. She didn't know what to think of the matter.Taking steps back, she fell dumply into the sofa from which she had stood up from when she had seen the stuck paper at the door first. Her body was slightly shaking. They had threatened her little daughter. Whomsoever had taken her friend, had eyes also for her five year old daughter, and then, her son's mate.Give them Emma, or lose Eva??She can't give up any of them. She thought, as my mind filled with thoughts about her cheerful little daughter and the lively but mysterious redhead.Eva was her beloved daughter whom she had had when the doctors had said it was impossible. Her daughter was a miracle. She couldn't lose her. No. She might lose her sanity if she did. The little girl was more purer than the sp
Emma sighed as she checked out the time on the big grand father's clock strung idly on the white washed wall, which she only took notice of now; she hadn't had an iota that the clock had been present in her living room. Perhaps the school rush and the strange happenings around her had robbed her of her observation qualities; she hadn't really looked in to the every part of her house. It was already 10am."No school today then." She mumbled with a sigh. She could see her plans for today melting into nothingness. She had planned yesternight to attend classes today, and then drop by her workplace to tender an apology and know whether they would overlook her crazy absence and let her have her job back.But it seems it won't be today.The sight that she had been cursed with this morning had rattled her no small deal.She sat up gingerly as Anthony strolled inside the sitting room from the kitchen, h
The knock came again interrupting Emma's response to Anthony's jibe."Go check it out." She said in place of the reasonable taunt she had had in mind for him."Why don't you?" Anthony asked, still chuckling more, especially as he saw her face getting all scrunched up at his recent statement."Oh God...Tony don't be a pain in the ass. Just go." She stated, containing her voice from getting loud, or too loud rather."Yes ma'am." Anthony replied, standing up from the sofa, still chuckling. He already knew who was at the door. He had just wanted to tease the human. It was fun doing that."And quit that laughter." She opined with a small pout, folding her arms around her torso, whilst keeping her fear at bay, as she watched him walk with a steady gait. From the mannerisms of the male in her company, she could decipher that the person at the door might be Melvina or Clem.
"So, this is your room. You will be staying here, at least till we've found out who is after your sanity and life." Melvina said, opening a door which led to airy interiors of a beautiful room, as she held on Emma's backpack with her left hand, glad that the human had followed them voluntarily, without protesting."I thought I would have been staying with Maya in her room.." Emma implied, walking into the room and looking the room. The room was the same as the others, or well Maya's, since her friend's room was the only one she had been in since her stay here, that and the hospital room. The room was neither large or small, just tethering in the middle, with its deep blue washed walls and peachy dots. It was just like mixing a male favorite and a femaley; blue and peach.She wondered if there was a belief behind that. She also wondered if Derek's room would have the same wall paints. She would have to visit it later. It reminded her th
Emma quirked up her slightly reddish right eyebrow at the woman whom she had never seen before in her entire life.Who is this woman? And how does she know my name? She thought, still holding the knob of her door, paused at the entrance of her new temporary habitation."Hello. Should I know you?" She asked, voicing her thoughts, unable to shade the note o impatience in her voice. She had a call to make, and did not have the time to fratenize with unknown people."Perhaps." The woman replied, with a small smile which did nothing but to irritate Emma further. What was she smiling about now? She thought."I don't have times for games, Ma'am. I'm sure I don't know you, because I haven't seen you before. And if you know me, that's really not my business, but what's my business is why you are at my door, blocking the entrance, blocking my movement. What do you want?" She asked, aware that she had sounded r
Clem's presence outside her door reminded Emma of the string of unwelcomed acts she had undergone by the hands of his mother and twin sister. She also remembered that she hadn't seen him ever since that day. Did he travel? She queried herself, holding the knob of her door, and was about to turn it and open the door when she remembered that she had just been discussing with someone in her room, a witch whom she deduced wouldn't find Clem's company favourable. She had to hide her, or proffer a way of escape. But as she swivelled with that determined thought, she found her room empty of any individual, apart from herself. "Margo..." She whispered, thinking that perhaps the woman had taken cognizance of the impending doom, and had hidden herself. But everywhere was silent. Everything remained the same, except for her window. It was open. It hadn't been so before. It had been shut. She was about t
The forest was still as the same as Emma remembered it. Full and interesting; glamorous even. Although she noticed that her senses were more heightened and attuned to the forest than the last time she had been here.She could hear the branches creaking, as her feet shuffled through the detritus. She could hear the squirrels chattering, the birds singing, insects humming and churring, the rustle of animals rooting in underbrush, the scrabbling of lizards on tree bark. She could also hear the leaves rustling, the wind whistling around trunks and disturbing the leaves.She didn't know why she could hear these sounds more distinctively; but whatever it was, she liked it.She felt safe to be among tree trunks. The forest was like a safe haven, a place to rest. Fewer thoughts come to her mind, and the hustle and bustle in her head quietened down. It became easy to enjoy even the little things and distinguish between what
Emma stood up straight, dusting off her hands on each other from the black and brown spotches of dirt and soil on them, as she realized that Margo was standing before her, although looking a bit apprehensive. Taking a side look at Clem, she noticed that the blonde had stood up straight too, taking a protective stance as he watched them with keen eyes."What are you doing here? How did you find this place?" She heard Margo asked, and sighed. She didn't know which question to answer first. But before she could pick out one to reply, Clem already beat her to it."We were searching for her phone, when we stumbled into the area...witch..." He said, thickening his accent as he pronounced the 'witch word'."Clem...how did you know she is a witch? Do you know her before?" Emma asked, stepping closer to them."No, I don't...Well...I just guessed." He replied. He had just mentioned it out of spite, forgetting