When Derek stepped into his father’s room, he took his lips in as he beheld his father’s frail nature on the bed. How had he deteriorated to this in a twinkle of an eye? His father had been full of life last night when he had last seen him. So, what was this? What was happening? Beside his father on the bed, was his mother trying unsuccessfully to control her emotions. Tears were already seeping out her eyes in one or twos. It was only a matter of time of seeing her mate in this condition and she was going to let open the gates. He knew his mother enough, and of course he didn’t blame her. He would be unable to stop the train of his tears if he should see his little witch besotted with such a situation. Looking at his father this way was very unnerving. He walked further into the room, aware that Maya was by one corner of the room, holding Eva on her lap, comforting her. His little sister shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t be seeing their father this way. With an eye gesture, he commu
Derek fell to the ground, feeling his own tears begin to flow. Twenty eight hours?He was about asking his mother about Jack's final input when Anthony stalked into the room."Derek, what are you doing sitting on the ground?" Anthony asked, disappointment flashing across his eyes in a nanosecond. Although Peter wasn't his biological father, he had always seen the Alpha as the father he never had. And even though his heart broke at the frail sight of the man who had trained him since he was young and had impacted in him most of the things that he knew now, he still wasn't happy with Derek's misconduct. The elders of the council wouldn't be happy seeing his brother on the floor wailing like a woman. Yes, his father was unwell. But Derek should be looking for solutions, not wailing like the Luna. He had come here to see him and talk about what they could do to save the situation, he too, not ready to lose their father, but Derek had fallen his hands(a phrase to mean that he had disappoin
When Derek and Anthony strolled across the room, out to the well lighted passageway, they met Agrip coming towards them, and in his hand was a walking stick. They both furrowed their eyebrows, the same thought running through their minds, wondering since when did the old man need a third leg to walk. Agrip was one of the oldest men in the pack, yes, but he was one of the strongest elders, and he looked younger than his age. With all his study, he never even had cause to use spectacles, so why the stick? Did he have an accident? But before they both could open their mouths to ask him these questions going on in their minds, the old man raised up his stick at them, signaling them to shut up and to stop walking."Good afternoon Agrip." They both greeted, and Agrip nodded slowly, trailing his eyes over them, especially Derek. He had a somber expression on his face."We need to talk." Agrip started, and Anthony piqued his eyebrow as he turned a bit to stare at Derek who just shrugged. Obvi
"The witch is Leonarya then." Derek finally broke the silence in the passageway, feeling his heart constrict at the mention of the name which seemed to have been a source of constant terror in his life since he had met his little witch, Emma. It had started that fateful day they had gone into the forest with Maya to find the springs, only to lose sight of Maya and fall into the hands of a phantom. That had been the beginning of the train of misfortune. But of course he couldn't attach this to Emma. she was his mate, and he had already done enough harm to her."Since the poison was done by a powerful witch, does it mean that it cannot be undone, or can another witch destroy the potency of the poison?" Anthony asked, seeing that Derek was still battling with emotions, especially anger, to talk."Perhaps. But the other witch should have an idea of what the poison is. I don't think any witch will have that…except…" Agrip cocked his head to one side, letting his statement hang in the air.
This chapter is dedicated to all my faithful followers. I love you all. I'm back fulltime, for good this time around. Expect daily updates. And I'm not kidding around this time around. Just keep the votes coming.*Enjoy the read!***Derek bit his lips, increasing his working pace as he walked swiftly down the hall, almost breaking out in a run but for the Anthony and Agrip that were right behind him.Whilst he wondered how he would go about talking to Emma and asking her for help after his unfairness toward her, his ears picked on the conversation that was going on between Anthony and Agrip.And of course, they were both discussing, or rather Anthony was filling the old man in on the events of the pack since the latter's absence. And when he heard Anthony mention about his drunk incident and Maya's interference, he couldn't help but call Anthony a loud mouth.'Since when did the guy start talking this much?' He muttered to himself, biting his lower lip again, wondering what Agrip wou
Recap:When Derek saw that Caden was just breathing in and out in anger, he notably sighed before continuing his next statement."Caden, there are more important issues this pack has than crowning a Luna. My father is on a deathbed, and our pack has been attacked. Your inability to separate work from family would not be of help to us on this matter. I suggest you go back home and take a rest. Your son is here after all, and he is my beta. Shaw(Shane’s father) will fill me in on what i need to know about the attack." He said, slipping his left hand ino the left front pocket of his trousers."Derek, you might be the Alpha but you can’t…" Caden was saying, taking a step toward Derek, when Derek cut him short."That was an order Caden. Go home." Derek commanded, using his Alpha tone, all traces of amusement gone.Story Now:Caden, unable to refute the command of an Alpha, despite the age differences between them, turned around in a fit of rage and walked aggressively down the hall, not tu
Derek listened attentively as Shane’s father, Mr Shaw, narrated the incidents that had been considered an attack to the pack. The other end of the pack, to the north, which mostly was occupied by ‘lone’ pack members who cherished their solitude like monks, had been on the receiving end of the attacks. Although none died, quite many were injured. Derek was surprised that they were even able to defend themselves against the creatures which the attacked had described as looking as black shadows. He sighed as he remembered what they were; shadow warriors.How would they defeat something like that? It was obviously made of magic. Werewolves were anything but that. A sarcastic smile slithered across his lips as he remembered that Clem’s father, Caden, had been so eager to go and fight back. Perhaps he should have let the old man go. He thought, musing. He didn’t understand the man’s ‘hotness’ when he didn’t know the full story. All because of the stupid motion that Claire should become th
He would show the old man later. Derek thought, glaring at Mike. But for now he had to resolve the issue somehow, quickly, before it escalates into something else, before it stains his father’s good legacy. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from making a dig at Mike.“As you mentioned Mike…” He started, producing a huge mocking emphasis on Mike's name, aware but ignoring the exaggerated sighs from Anthony and Agrip. They both knew that he was going to never let the elder go. Despite that knowledge and their sighs of seeming tiredness of Derek’s act, they were still interested in what the latter had in stock for the elder.“…the creatures are of magic, so to be able to deal with them as you mentioned, we have to know more about them, we have to throw a wide research net on them. Our findings would determine our next course of action. Or don’t you think so…Mike?” Derek asked the elder, producing the emphasis again on the name which was of course obvious to the occupants of the room.Mik