So, Derek's wolf is not entirely lost but subdued by an evil force. Uh, that's still not entirely good. Creation is hard Lovelies, cheer me up with your gemstones and reviews.
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
All eyes went to the intruder who had joined them. Emma saw that it was the other twin, Lily. "Hello Emma, Good morning." Lily said, as she took notice of Emma, before shifting her gaze to Prescott. Observing the closeness of the squirrel to the redhead, she was able to tell that the human could also hear the animal speak. She was happy that the animal had found another person to play with. "You can hear him talk too?" She asked Emma, a short smile on her face. "Yeah." Emma replied, deducting from the girl's question that not everyone could hear the squirrel talk. She also noticed that the girl was calmer and relatable than before. "That was because she was on a mission, and you were in danger. She had to put up the façade to bring her job to fruition." She heard the squirrel say. But this time, he wasn't talking. He was communicating with her through a mind path. Wow. She thought, tapping his fur fondly. "It's cool, right?" She asked, smiling and drawing closer to them, when a
At Wind Winders Pack, the same time: Curtis was training by himself, pushing up a weight, when he felt a presence behind him. Turning around, he saw Penny, the girl whom his cousin had rescued during the problem that had ensued during his birthday. "Hey…What are you doing out here? It's still early." He queried, staring at her all over. She was looking very beautiful as usual, but she wasn't his mate. If he hadn't hung his boots on flirting and sleeping around, he was sure that he would have loved to bed her, but since he turned eighteen, he hasn't been interested in tasting any girl who wasn't his mate, to the annoyance of the girls in his pack. He was very handsome, and a lot wanted a taste of him, before their mates came along. He also wasn't interested in her, because he didn't really know her. For some reason, she had refused to go back to her pack, and his father had allowed it. He had suspected foul play, but that had shimmered away, when he saw that the girl was gentle an
Derek watched with a bland look on his face, the flow of activities around him. He had left his room since six am to the training grounds, pulling and lifting up weights. He was tired now, but his mind wasn't. He couldn't stop thinking of his wolf, and Emma.The field now, was filled with members of his pack and that of his cousin's training. He could see Brandon instructing some werewolves from where he sat on a huge rock. He was depressed."Hey Coz!""Derek!"He turned aside to see his little sister and his cousin approaching him. The last time he had seen them, they had been whispering about what to get him for his birthday."Hey little sis…""Hey Coz…"He muttered, attempting to place a smile on his lips, but he ended up scowling."Are you okay, Derek?" Eva asked, as she allowed him to carry her on his lap."Yes, I am. Just tired hon." He said, shifting his gaze to Maya who was staring at him sadly.He didn't want that look."Stop looking at me that way." He said.Maya nodded, bef
Emma stretched on her bed as she opened her eyes for the second time. Raising up her head from the pillow, she checked out the time on the wall clock. 11:25am. Wow! She had slept for more than four hours in the morning, without disturbance. What a rare gift. She couldn't remember the last time she had slept that freely. Sitting up on the bed, she saw a tray of food on the table. She almost made a purring sound to relate her feeling of satisfaction and happiness. She wished she could wake up this way every day. No alarms, no interruptions. Quickly abandoning the sheets, she walked to the table. A normal breakfast. Tea and bread with jam. Not bad. She mumbled, even as she thought of and hungered after Melvina's pancakes. She shrugged, choosing to make do with what she was given, as she picked a slice of bread and took a bite. "You haven't brushed your teeth. That's bad. Tsk Tsk." A deep voice said, and she dropped the bread in her hands, obviously startled. Swivelling around
Emma bobbled her head, obviously pleased with the set of clothes she was wearing. "Now, you are talking…" She muttered, smoothening invisible creases on the dark green polo that accentuated the color of her eyes.The polo and jeans fitted her properly, even though the trousers were a bit tight. She could manage. She thought. Until she got home. At least it was better than wearing the princess gown all around the place. Apart from the fact that she always chose comfortability over the whole classic stuff, she felt that she was devaluing the beautiful gown by wearing it all over the place."You okay with it?" Lily asked, standing up from the sofa."Yeah, It's preferable," Emma replied, glancing at her."Where did you get it?" She asked, noting that the clothes she was wearing would be too big for a twelve-year-old."I got it from Cossy. She is my brother's girlfriend. It took a while convincing her though. With luck and time on our side, we might go shopping today. I don't want to be p