"Who do we have here?" The man stood up from his seat and walked past Elsa."Let her go, Alaric." Philip yelled, struggling to free himself from the two warlocks who held tightly to his arm."She came here on her own, so why don't you let her decide if she wants to go or not?" Alaric smirked."Let them go." Elsa said, and Alaric spun around to face her."Since when do I take orders from a child?""I'm not a child.""Whatever. I now have your dad and his werewolf friend here, so I've got some leverage.""What do you want?" Elsa frowned."Surrender yourself to be taken for trialling." "No!" Philip yelled and struggled once more."I'll do it, as long as you let them leave here unharmed.""Believe me, I'm a man of my word." Elsa held her both hands above her head and a warlock grabbed her hands, twisting it to the back, causing her to wince and curse inwardly as he cuffed her hands, holding on to the chain attached to it. She watched them take their grip off her father and Nicholas, and
Elsa sat alone in the cellar, reflecting on Oliver's words. The sun was already lowering, and she threw her gaze to the window that was situated at the top left corner. She had a limited amount of time. She stood up and began to pace the cellar. The last thing she wanted to do was let them down, and it broke her heart to think that Michael might not make it. Anything she could to prevent that from happening. She raised herself up and pounded the metal door of the cellar with her fist."I want to see Oliver."She didn't anticipate any nearby warlocks responding to her request. Plus, who ever pays attention to their prisoners? But when she heard the sound of the locks clanging, she was astounded. A warlock of about her age entered, he took her arm in a firm grip but was more gentle than the one earlier. He kept up with her pace until they reached Oliver's doorstep. He gave a soft knock and waited outside until he heard a response from the person on the other side of the door. He then o
Chris laid on the bed in Sydney's room, drenched in sweat. His limbs, leaden, felt as though encased in metal and the painful flow of wolfsbane burned in his veins like acid. His eyes rolled to Benjamin, who sat on the edge of the bed like a vulture waiting for its prey to die. An evil grin played across his lips as he raised a syringe, its contents a deadly shade of green. "Dad, that's enough already." Sydney was standing beside the shelf. "You've already given him countless shots of wolfsbane anymore and you're going to kill him." He said. Benjamin's face twisted in a sneer. "If I wanted him dead, I would have done it already," he hissed, pressing the needle against Chris's arm and Chris felt the sharp pierce on his skin. Tears rolled down as he shut his eyes close, anticipating the worst. But what he heard was a crash across the room. They all looked up and found the door tossed on the other side, emanating flames, and Emily strode in. The flaming wings at her back glowed over he
Emily bolted upright as the morning sun streamed through the window, its rays bathing her in a golden light. The soft sounds of birdsong drifted in but they did nothing to soothe her frayed nerves. She fumbled for her phone on the bedside table and checked the time - 9:23 a.m. She ran to the bathroom and as she brushed her teeth, replaying the events of the previous night in her head, trying to figure out how things had gotten out of control. In a hurry, she dressed sloppily after a rushed bath and with no time to spare, knowing her appearance was less than ideal, she rushed out the door, slowly closing it behind her. She didn't want to disturb her mother, who was exhausted after a long day at her salon and finally getting some rest. Carefully, she mounted her bicycle, which had been propped up against the house and began to pedal slowly, taking care not to draw any attention to herself. For a seventeen-year-old, Emily was an extremely independent and hardworking individual
As Emily's shift came to an end, she gathered her things and headed for the door. But just as she was about to leave, she remembered that she hadn't thanked Michael for stepping in earlier and stopping that woman from hurting her. She felt a pang of guilt, knowing that she should have expressed her gratitude sooner. Determined to thank him before she left, Emily rushed into the kitchen and collided with Michael, who was just emerging with a tray laden with cups of lemonade. The collision caused him to lose his grip on the tray, and the cups tumbled to the floor, their contents spilling everywhere. They both stood there, stunned by what had just happened."Goodness!" Michael exclaimed, his jaws clinched. "What's the matter with you, Em?" "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she cried as she knelt and gathered the shattered glass into the tray. Michael stared at Emily as she cleaned up the mess on the floor. After a few seconds, he bent down to help, his movements a bit jerky and agitated. As h
Rebecca glanced up at the clock as the last customer of the day walked out the door. It was already past five, and she was eager to close up and go home. The silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity, until Rebecca finally broke it. "How about we go for ice cream?" she suggested, a smile on her face. Victoria perked up at the mention of ice cream, her face lighting up. Rebecca gave a little nod and stood up, tidying the last few things before closing up the shop. They walked out to the street and hailed a cab, giving the ice cream shop's address. As they rode, Rebecca could feel Victoria's excitement building. She smiled, glad to have something to lift her friend's spirits. "Here we are!" Victoria said as the cab pulled up to the ice cream shop. She paid the driver and the two of them stepped out. "How are Jake and Giselle doing?" Rebecca asked as they sat down at a table. Just as they were settling in, a server approached their table. "What flavor would you like?" he
"Rise and shine, honey," As Rebecca swayed into Emily's room, she sang. "Mom?" Emily spoke sleepily as she sat up, her eyes squinted. She checked the time on her phone, and it was 8:15 a.m. "How come you're up so early? You don't get up till about 10:00 a.m.""It's Saturday, Em, how about some morning tea?" Rebecca asked, raising her brows in a 'remember?' manner. "How can I forget the tea that nourishes my body?" Emily sneered. "You can mock it all you want, but trust me when I say it's good for you." "Now get dressed and come downstairs." Rebecca said and went out.Emily groaned and pushed herself out of bed, trying to remember how she ended up on her bed. The last thing she remembered was standing at her window, staring incessantly at the sky. She shook off the thoughts and made her way to the bathroom carefully. Emily walked downstairs to see her mother as soon as she was done. "Here it is." After she took a seat, Rebecca handed her a cup of tea. "What is it about this tea
"Aren't you going to answer your phone?" Emily asked.Giselle's phone had been ringing ceaselessly."I'm not ready to talk to her now." Giselle said."Who?" Emily asked, confused."Jake's mom." Giselle answered and Emily furrowed her brows."Jake's mom is not my mom." Giselle said after a deep breath."How do you know that? ""Jake told me. We were having an argument about something and it just came out of his mouth. I can't believe she told her son and didn't feel the need to tell me. My dad also kept it from me," Giselle said, and her eyes widened. "This explains why she never gives me the nourishing tea," Giselle said, the last part more to herself. "Nourishing tea? "Emily furrowed her brows. "Yeah." She turned to Emily. "She always gives Jake what looks like a herbal tea, three times a week. She said it'll nourish him, but she would never give me. Tell me Em, I'm I not fit to be nourished?" "My mom gives me a herbal tea too." Emily said, turning to look at Giselle. "She would a