The pack meeting had already gone more than a half-way when Derek and his companions stepped into the large hall, the biggest hall in their pack house, where important meetings were held; meetings which included the entire members of the pack. The confidential meetings between the Alpha and his subordinates were held in a smaller room at the western wing of the house.
The pack house was a gigantic mansion actually with several outlets, which comprises of the Alpha’s residence, meeting grounds and a hospital. It had been built by Derek’s father after they had escaped from the wicked terror innated by the fallen vampires; which had plagued their pack, and the other packs-for centuries they say.
Nobody had heard a word about them(the fallen vampires) since they(Black moon pack) relocated to this part of the savannah; perhaps they were gone finally, nobody knew. But for now, the main issue of the black moon pack was defeating the white-st
Melvina stared keenly at the duo in front of her, as they cast furtive glances to each other and scoffed inwardly; they were hiding something. She was very sure that something did happen at the human’s place. I guess I have to ask my son then, she thought, determined to get the truth. Looking away from them to the insides of the hall, she found out that the pack meeting was over. The pack members were trooping out of the hall to their respective homes. Then she heard her husband through their mind link; the mind link that was created when he had marked her during their mating ceremony. They could also feel each other’s pains and thoughts. “Have you seen your son?” Melvina heard Peter ask through the link. The sentence got her sighing wearingly. She knew that tone, she knew the sentence. He uses it whenever he was annoyed with Derek. At that moment, Derek becomes only her son. “Yeah, I’m with him.” She rep
Melvina was speechless. The far-out-ness of the question could not be over accentuated. A human mate for her son? No, this must be a joke; not when the pack is about go for a war in less than a month time’. She thought. Seeing his mother’s wordless state, Derek was perturbed. Although he had expected the reaction he was seeing now, he wasn’t prepared for it. She had been silent for almost five minutes, still staring at him like he had grown horns. He fidgeted under her gaze, and this caused him to wonder what will happen if his father heard about it. It gave him the chills thinking of his reaction. Putting his hands into the denim black jeans that wrapped over his legs like a second skin, he looked up from the ground where his eyes had fell to when he couldn’t withstand the unblinking gaze of his mother. His mother was still staring at him. He stared back, as if to will her to speak already. “Derek..” She called, runn
Melvina turned around sharply in response to the voice she had just heard, a little bit scared that it could be her husband; the voice had sounded like his. When she saw it was just Aaron, she signed in relief; she didn’t think Peter would it find it funny seeing her here after he had told her earlier that he wanted her.But Aaron was smirking, and as she stared at him, she knew why. He had imitated Peter’s voice to make her nervous; he must have known that she had been summoned by her husband before he had retired to their house. She felt like bashing his head on the tree where she and Derek had rested on.“Good evening Luna.” Aaron greeted, still smiling at the look on Melvina’s face. She was his godmother, and he enjoyed taunting her so much. She had taken him as her son when his parents died at the last pack war. His mother, Judith had been one of her closest friends. She had also made sure t
There was a tangible and deep pregnant silence in the air, which perfumed the whole room. Arnold leaned heavily against the wine-washed wall, twirling the empty goblet around his fingers, as he thought and deliberated on his daughter’s statement. He had stood up abruptly when she had reported her findings; findings that were quite difficult to believe.‘Peter’s son was mated to a human?’ He couldn’t believe it. It was very rare for a werewolf to be mated to a human in their part of the world, not to mention an Alpha. And for once he doubted his daughter’s findings. Maybe the human was his ride for now, that is, till he found his mate. He thought. He remembered that he had also flirted around till he met his own mate.“Are you sure?” He finally asked, staring down at his daughter whom he had always been proud of, but couldn’t admit.“Yes Dad.. I had even…” She was
If silence was a human, it would have gotten tired at the rate by which it was been summoned by the Triga’s family of the Wind Winder pack. It cloaked the room deeply for the second time in the chilly September night.Jan could be seen opening her mouth in a bid to talk, then closing it again. She didn’t really know what to say or how to say what was on her mind. Staring her husband wide-eyed, she hoped fervently that what she had just heard from her daughter was false. But then Maya doesn’t lie with things like this. She thought.“Jan..” Arnold called out to his wife, slowly; but received no response.And so unable to bear the distraught look on his mate’s face, he dropped his mug on the side table, and walked up to her. Staring at her softly, he tried taking her hands into his but she pushed it away immediately, not hesitating for a moment. Rather, she took some steps back and sat on the cushion nearest to
Brrrrrrrrgghhh!!!The alarm clock sounded, waking Emma up. Raising up her head groggily, the sleep still performing romantic spells on her body system, she stretched forth her left hand weakly and hit the tap button on the triangular alarm clock; a most loyal morning companion during her high school days.She had been surprised when she saw it in one of her bags while unpacking after having the beauty sleep she had told the guys about. Amelia must have put it in there. She had thought.The alarm clock stopped for a while, after being tapped by its sleep consumed owner. But then it went off again after some minutes; shaking in a most violent way, eager to do its duty of banishing sleep away to the land of the unknown.Brrrrrrrrrrghhh!! It went off again, and again.Emma mused, and tapped it again, and again; annoyed that the machine had finally succeeded in taking the reins of sleep off her eyes. She threw off her bed
Clem smiled, as he heard Emma call his name. She remembered after all. He thought. For a second, he had thought that she wouldn’t recall.“Your voice sounds so drowsy.” He said. “Were you sleeping when I called?” He asked.“Yes of course. What else would I be doing?” Emma said, slurring the words at the end. It was totally apparent that she was still under the influence of sleep.“Emma…” Clem drawled.“Yes..” She slurred back, still pondering on why he had decided to spoil her beauty sleep. The guy just didn’t know the right time to call. She thought. She wasn’t a morning person; never has been.It was Amelia who always made sure that she was up for school in the mornings. She has also lost count of how many times she had thrown her alarm across the room. One time it had smacked her father squarely on the face. It never budged
Emma ran to the bathroom with her white thick towel all wrapped around her, after her call with Clem. Muttering curses to herself, she switched on the shower and let it run for a while before stepping under it.‘How could I have forgotten what today was?’ she muttered to herself, as she layered shampoo on her hair. She really needed to do something about her love for sleep. Perhaps she would ask Melvina, she thought, then wondered why she thought of Melvina first when she needed help. For fudges sake, I just met her two days ago. She mused.As she shampooed and scrubbed herself softly but fast, she reminisced on how her life had changed rapidly in less than a week already. She was no longer under the care if her parents at seventeen, which was weird even for her. Amelia was 19, two years older her but was still pampered.‘Well I have to make the most of it.’ Emma muttered to herself. ‘I will have to make new friends too’. She