Emma laid still on the large queen-sized bed, but her mind wasn't nowhere still at all. It was running off in all directions, and she couldn't sleep. When she had held the outstretched hand of the little girl, she had suddenly found herself at the gates of a huge castle. A type of castle she had only read off and seen in stories, and the internet. The castle was high and huge. Keeping her silence, she had watched as the gates had opened, revealing a short, middle-aged man with long pointed ears. An elf! She had screamed in her head, as she had stared at the man in front of her who belonged to a class of beings rumored to have had an affinity to strong magic. "Elves are real?" She had bent a little and whispered to the girl, who consequentially nodded at her statement. What else were real? She had thought, letting her mind bring out non-human characters from stories she had read all over the years; vampires, trolls, shape shifters, angels, demons, and dragons. Were these all real
Derek woke up in the middle of the night. He knew because his room was still dark; there was an absence of the glistening bright morning rays in his room which emanated from his window's transparency and reflection of the morning sun. The only light in the room was cast by the dim rays of the half moon. A nightmare had woken him up. Slowly, he got up from the bed, and stalked to a chair near the window. He sat down on it and bent his head, placing it in the confines of his hands, as he tried to remember the dream. Nothing. Blank. He couldn't remember the dream. This has never happened before. He thought, beckoning to his wolf. "Maru..." He called out loud, when he didn't feel the stirring of his wolf inside him, but there was no response. He was bothered then. "Maru..." He called again, but there was no response. Emptiness greeted him rather. He felt empty. Empty and lonely. He got scared. What had happened to his wolf? He figured out that it must have had something to do w
Maya dropped down on the bed ungracefully as she heard Derek's declaration.He has lost his wolf? No, not good at all.She already knew that it was the aftermath of his interaction with the orb which Melvina had told her about. The object that had almost killed him. It hadn't succeeded, but it had managed to silence his wolf. She hoped that it was a temporary problem.Turning aside to look at him, she noticed that his shoulders were dropped low, his head bent. He looked like a lost child, and a worried old man at the same time.Sighing, she drew close to him, and enclosed him in a hug, the type that she had always reserved for him whenever he ran to her crying over something when they were still kids."He will come back." She muttered intermittently, as she held him to herself, patting him slowly but steadily on the back. ***"You know when you left, I had almost lost it." Derek said, after a while of being enclosed in Maya's hug.He had forgo
Melvina gasped, her hand going up to cover her mouth, as she stared at her son in anguish, after Maya had opened the door. She had been sleeping, when she had heard the scream. Instantly, she had woken up, knowing whom the voice had belonged to, and glad that her mate had already awoken. Together they had rushed to Derek's room, only to find Anthony about to step out of it. They had been discussing about the possible location the scream had emanated from, when suddenly they had heard the punches on the wall. Following the noise, it had led them to the room she had put aside for Emma;that had already given her a foreboding of what had been happening. And when Maya had opened the door to them, her eyes shiny with tears, she had known what was happening, but she hadn't been prepared for the sight. There was blood all over his hands, trickling to his arms. But he was still punching at the wall like a blind mad man. She could sense the rage rolling over him. She heard Anthony mutte
Melvina watched keenly as the Pack doctor packed his tools inside his bag. Her son's hands were bandaged properly now, and he was sleeping fitfully. "Jack, what is wrong?" She asked him, as she saw him sough deeply. "Is his wolf lost??" She queried, even as she saw from the tail of her eyes, her mate lifting up his head from the confines of his hands. After she has told him about their son's mate and all the events that had surrounded her, he had been silent, and in every way sad. She could feel his feelings. She knew that he was contemplating whether he should still go on with his plans of making Claire the Luna of the pack, or whether he should let his son choose his mate. He didn't want his son to go crazy because of him. It was true that the pack needed a strong Luna in these perilous times, but what was the essence of a strong Luna, and a mad Alpha? She only hoped that he would make the right choice. "Not really." Jack replied sadly. "Why are you sounding sad when that is
A knock, then another, and another, and another, then it wrapped on the door many times in quick succession, in quick loud successions. "Who the fuck is that?!!" Emma shouted, as she turned around on the bed and laid on her belly while using one of the pillows to cover her head. The knocks on the door stopped, and she breathed out in relief, about to continue her sleep when suddenly the knocks ran down like rain splattering on a roof on her door. "What the hell! Can't someone sleep in peace for fudge sake?!" She whined, sitting up on the bed angrily, while staring at the door as if she could shoot daggers at it and whomsoever was behind it. "Miss Drackson, are you in there?" She heard a tiny voice ask from behind the door and huffed in annoyance. Glancing, more like glaring at the wall clock in front of her, she took note of the time. 5:45am. It was still early in the morning. She mused. So, why were they calling for her already? For devotion? They would have to drag her out of
Prescott? The name sounded familiar to Emma. She suspired as she remembered where she had heard the name. She had heard it first from the little girl. The little girl had called its name, when she had been conversing with the invisible being. Was the squirrel the being? She stared at the animal looking up to her, and shook her head. Perhaps, there was another Prescott. Her mind was intact. She was sure that she hadn't see any squirrel around the little girl. "Don't you like my name?" Prescott asked, his puffed-out chest retracting to its former position. "Everyone likes my name." It said, looking down at his feet. Emma rolled her eyes as she heard the squirrel talk. This one was a dramatic one for sure. She thought. "No, that's not it, Prescott. I like your name. It's just that I had heard it from the little girl that had brought me here." She said. "Really…?" Prescott asked, smiling so widely that Emma feared for his cheeks. "Yeah." She replied, jerking back a bit in surpr
Leila?Who is Leila?Emma was about asking the squirrel who the name belonged to, but before she was able to do that, her door burst open.What the hell! She screamed inside her mind. Wasn't there an ounce of privacy in this place? Didn't they respect people's privacy? How can someone just barge inside her room without knocking?She wanted to cuss at whomever was about to pass through her door, but she held her peace, waiting to see the intruder.She raised her eyebrows as she saw a little girl saunter into her room, her eyes shining like torches in the dimly lit room. Another little girl. She thought.When the girl's gaze met the squirrel, she snorted."Ohooo, meet Leila, the feistier of the twin." Prescott muttered. Emma didn't need to ask the squirrel whose twin the girl fitted into. She already knew, by the long straight dark brown hair and eyes which she couldn't determine their color. This girl was the twin to the girl that had come pick her up. This girl was the twin sister to