Now outside the hall, Leo scanned the whole area for Maya, or Derek, but his line of vision came up with nothing.
"Where are they?" He muttered to himself, still watching around, when he saw Brandon, his temporary next in command in the Wind Winders Pack; since his chosen vice was back home, overseeing the duties and trainings over there.
Before he could ask the latter anything, the huge warrior beat him to it.
"They are in the training grounds." He said, as if knowing what Leo had been wanting to ask him.
"Okay, thank you." Leo replied, about to walk away, when the latter called him back.
"Is there any issue?" He asked, when he had halt in his movement, and turned around to face Brandon.
"Not really, just a hunch of what might have really happened last night. I don't know if you'll be open to my opinions." Brandon stated, meeting Leo's gaze steadily.
"What are we going to do?" Derek asked the others, after some time had elapsed with them left to their individual thoughts."Because this matter is very grave and sensitive." He added, looking at each one of them, as he spoke. His gaze lingered a second or two seconds more on his cousin, Curtis, as he was not sure if it was still okay to let him into their circle. Who knows? He might change his mind, and follow in the footsteps of his father."You're right." Leo agreed. Going against an Alpha, with ties with a stronger opposing Pack, was a dangerous issue."Guys, it's true that my father might be behind this attack...But I think we should investigate more properly, before bringing up the issue towards the council, and of course your own father." Curtis stated, while looking at Derek, knowing that the issue might escalate to that point. After all, they exchanged warriors to boost up their training skills, so as to conquer
Emma sighed for the umpteenth time as she sat in class listening to the third lecture of the day. She thought it was the most boring teaching she had ever sat under. She didn't know if it was because of the monotony of the professor's words, or the fact that she was alone in the class. Not that she was really alone though. There were other students in the class. But then, they were not Maya or Derek. She missed them already. She had thought that they would be back the previous day, but that hadn't been the case. She would have stayed back at Melvina's place today, if not for the fact that she had already missed a lot of classes, and Clem was quite convincing with his words.When they had come back from the forest the previous day, Margo had refused to enter Melvina's small estate with them for no apparent reason. And when she and Clem had turned aside to discuss about the best statement to give Melvina for entering the forest and staying whatever number of days
"Okay guys…remember to go through the text intensively, and turn in your assignments on Monday morning to Garfield; and of course, don't forget the quiz coming up tomorrow morning." The professor said, as he rounded up his teaching, not moved or fazed, even slightly, by the long groans emanating from his students. Although Emma wasn't concerned about the quiz or assignment which she knew she would be able to scale through with good grades if she got her hand on the right materials, she still groaned out aloud with them, more out of dislike for the too young professor. What had happened to the previous professor? She thought, remembering the old professor who had a thing for Abraham Lincoln, whilst staring abhorrently at the man who was smiling at the students, obviously aware of the effect he was having on the female colony of the class, well, all except her. She heaved in relief, when he began to pack up his books and sheets to le
When Emma got out of the class, she tapped her forehead lightly as she came to a halt, cussing again as she realized that she didn't even know the way to the professor's office. And she hadn't remembered to ask Ava about it. "I will just leave, and if he asks me tomorrow, I will just tell him that I had forgotten or that I didn't know the way to his office." She muttered. But even as she said so to herself, she knew that her excuses were flimsy. She had to go to the man's office, and get over with it once and for all. Perhaps, Clem might know. She thought, about to call Clem with her phone, but then cancelling out the idea at the last minute. Clem was majoring in architecture, and so would have no business to do with the history lecturer. "What will I do now?" She asked herself, tapping her right foot lightly on the floor, as she weighed her options. Go home, or go crazy searching for his office, since she wasn't in the mood at all
Emma came to a halt as Damon stopped by the mahogany door. Her face scrunched up a bit as she remembered why they had set out on this journey together; to see the jerk faced professor. What a waste of time. She thought."Do you really hate him that much?" Damon asked, as he took notice of the frown on her face as she stared at the door."Yes." She replied, unwaveringly."But you're just meeting him for the first time today." He cited.And he managed to get on all my bad nerves. She thought."Happens…" She muttered, with a shrug."Well, good luck then. I have to be going." He stated, holding fast to the sling of his back pack, his eyes brimming with amusement."Thanks for the good wishes, walnut." She said. "And thanks for showing me his office." She added immediately with a smile, pushing away his faux protest.&
Emma backed up two steps away from the intruding presence of Professor Perkins, noting that her rival, Claire had also done the same, but unlike her face which was clouded with shock, the latter's face mirrored disgust and alertness. Did they have a history? She thought, staring at the both of them. They were staring at each other, with unpleasant looks on their faces; except Professor Perkin's signatory smirk made his expression lighter, a sharp contrast to his eyes which had turned cold all of a sudden. They had a history together, perhaps a failed relationship. She concluded. "I asked a question earlier? What is going on here?" She heard the professor bite out. "Nothing that is any of your business." Claire replied. Emma thought that she was about to watch the battle of exes; as this was what it must be. She could see her professor trying to calm himself down a
The interior of the professor's office screamed wealth and ancientness. It smelled of it too. Perhaps it came with the perks of being a history lecturer. Emma thought, but discounted it immediately. She couldn't imagine the previous history professor staying under this air of wealth and ancientness. She could tell that the room had been repainted and refurbished, by appearance of the walls which shone with a newness quality. There were marks on the shelves that told a story of the rearrangement of books, and the discard of the some which had outlived their usefulness. The room had a kind of musty odor, evocative of grandparents' houses, the type that makes you feel safe and cozy, and curious; the air of mysteriousness accompanied and enhanced by the ancientness made the latter so. It was dimly lit too; as the thick brown patterned curtains were allowed to drape over the windows, shielding the room from sunlight. She deducted that t
Emma felt the tendrils of compulsion wrapping her all over. What can this be? She thought as she kept looking at the professor who gazed at her with those midnight black eyes of his, which now looked even more alluring and magnetic, the man as a whole actually. She discovered that she wanted to obey the professor with every fiber of her being, but also found out that she could snap out of this silly haze if she wanted to. She decided to try, to see what could happen, and what this thing might mean."I told you nothing; I was just on a sick leave." She stated innocently, hiding a smirk as she saw the look of shock and unbelief that washed over the professor's face, but which disappeared as immediately as they had come. She reasoned out that he must be surprised that his charm or whatever he was doing, wasn't working out all.She almost gasped out in fear and fright, as she saw him stand up from his chair sharply. She watched with brows furrow