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
Derek unfolded his arms from his chest and stood up straight from his reclining position on the wall, and stalked over to Maya."How long are we still going to wait?" He asked, as he got closer to her."We've been waiting for more than three hours already." He added, scrunching his face in the process.After they had eaten the food which Aunt Jan had given them, they had as prepositioned, went to Curtis room, but the sly dude had hung them up, mentioning a meeting which he was supposed to attend to in the council room. He had told them that it wouldn't take long, and that they should wait for him, till he got back.He had obliged, not wanting to set up any trouble by mind linking his friend and pack warrior, Leo. He resolved to wait, and follow the procedure laid out by his cousin. This was the guy's pack, not his. He would have to follow his orders.But he had been waiting with
The training grounds were filled with pack warriors from both the Black Moon's Pack and the Wind Winder's Pack. Some non-warriors were seen too, at the borders of the grounds, watching or rather admiring the bodily appearances of the shirtless guys who were training and working out with so much vigour.Derek could sight his pack members from where he was, as he walked side by side with his cousin. Majority of them clung to themselves as a group on one side of the training ground, talking and working out. A few were mixed with the warriors of his cousin's pack. His eyes searched out his friend, and the chief of his pack warriors, Leo. The latter was between two girls, as if settling a dispute between them.He halted in his movement, and tuned in on them, maximizing his gift of sharp hearing, and discovered that the two girls had been quarreling over his friend. He found it funny, already smiling unconsciously, until Maya stomped her lef
Maya knew the moment Derek's pleasant mood shifted, she knew by the tightening of his grip on her hand which felt so small in his, the moment his anger started rising up like a lava moving up a mountain to invoke a volcanic eruption. She knew that he had recognized the girl standing some meters in front of him. She also knew that the recognition didn't stem from the memories of their childhood, when their packs had been together and was peaceful. The memories of a lot of plays and communion. No , she knew that the recognition had stemmed from the tales she had told him when she had come to his pack again. Tales of her teenage life as she battled with guilt of betraying them. Tales of the rumours that she had seemed to be always in the middle of. Tales she had told as a means of bargain to get his trust back.She knew he had recognized the intruder as the girl whom had tainted her name, the girl whom she had feared would have her mate around her fingers, th
Leo sighed as he heard the sarcastic note underneath his soon-to-be Alpha's voice. He knew that the latter still believed that his cousin was his mate, and that Zoe, his girlfriend was a spoil show. But he wasn't sure if his friend was right or wrong.Some years ago he had come up to the Wind Winders Pack while trying to escape from his own pack, after commiting an offence which he hadn't think he would be forgiven for. And he had met Zoe. They had met in the dark forest surrounding her pack at night. Then, she had mentioned that she had come to meditate. Of course when she had asked him where he was coming from, already knowing that he had been a rogue, he had told her the story that every rogue told, as if they have been drilled up to say the same by an unseen sergeant. He had told her that his pack had been attacked, some had been killed, some had been taken hostage, but he had escaped, and was now a rogue.She had believed him, and
The training grounds of the Winders Pack was still cluttered with some people, members and non members, who had been looking, and eavesdropping on the conversation going on between the two couples at the centre of the field. Maya contemplated whether she should send them off through a command through their common pack link, well her own pack members, even as she had finally let out floodgates of laughter which had been threatening to spill for a while now. Zoe's last statement had served as the trigger, to the outburst she could no longer hold in. At that moment, she had thought her old friend very dumb. What was that statement about waiting for the moon goddess to pair two grown-ups who were dating, knowing fully well of the lack of the mate bond between them? She didn't think she had heard anything more stupid. Waiter. She mused, still laughing.