Kane soughed. To think that the woman had been afraid to tell Nathan about his babies because she was afraid. He shook his head. He didn’t blame the woman, he actually blamed Nathan for not saying anything. Perhaps, if the big man had, perhaps all these could have been averted. The first conflict between the packs could have been avoided for one, because the ancients would have come to play then. So, how would Arnold have gotten away with his plot? Secondly the triplets would have grown up together, and their powers harnessed properly, that would also set back the plan of the wicked. Heck! The plans wouldn’t have resurrected in the first place. This pack would have been the strongest, and his mate wouldn’t have been under fire. He wouldn’t have allowed it. But this was the fates wasn’t it? The fact that nothing happens the way people would want it to, that had been the reason for the prophecy of many centuries, the fate of the pack had been written since a long time ago. It was ju
Collective sighs of relief escaped the mouths of everyone in the room again as Julius made the declaration. For one Sheila had a smile on her face, and a fire in her belly. The anticipation of seeing her mate again was threatening to make her wolf go crazy. The latter was all giddy and up from the information. Sheila herself felt her entire system brimming with expectation, brimming with anticipation of what would happen at their meeting, and what would happen when they are alone in the room. She shivered, thinking of the last time they had spent together. As her eyes moved, they found her daughters staring at her. Both had the same expression-sure of how to feel, and happiness-because she was happy. Nathan would love them. She only hoped that he wouldn’t push her away because she had hidden these treasures of hers away from him. She hoped that he will forgive her. Goddess please. She pleaded, sending another prayer in the air, not knowing how much of that was answered. “Good, t
Another mystery to solve. Derek thought, letting out a sigh. Wasn’t there anything that was just clean cut, and devoid of mystery and complications concerning his mate? Everything about her was so shrouded. He didn’t know why that was so, but he was beginning not to like it, even though he could obviously see that it was for the benefit of them all. If things were clear cut, wouldn’t she have been kidnapped or worse killed by those evil villains? But why hadn’t Tempest written Emma's address in the paper? Was that also part of keeping her safe, should in case the maid was bought over like the matron that Leonarya had paid to hand over Freya? How had Leonarya known that Freya would be at the orphanage? Derek rubbed his forehead with his thumb tiredly, he could feel a headache coming on as a result of thinking and trying to find answers to these questions. But if the address of Emma's home address had been written, then it would have been a piece of cake finding her, even tonight s
After Derek left, there was silence in the dining hall for a few minutes, with every one left to their own thoughts. Then Peter decided to break the silence. “Thank you, Kane, for that. I believe he needed it.” Kane shrugged his shoulders, not finding it necessary to bask under the praise. “It is nothing. As you said, he needed that. It was late, but better late than never.” He looked at Lucille then, when he felt a proud glow overshadowing him. “Are you happy and proud of me, cara mia?” He passed this message through their mindpath, a smile slithering across his lip, when Lucille blessed him with a smile before turning toward a Freya who was quite amused with what was going on. Freya was more amused that she would call her sister, aunt. “I doubt she will like that.” Aiden enthused, finding it funny too. “I know she won't, but I can't help but want to tease her.” Freya replied, through their private path.Aiden shook his head, noticing that Kane's neck just had a patch of red.
“I can’t kill an innocent man...'' Freya kept muttering, her mind going on a faster than light journey through the mini storages in her brain, looking for a cure, anyway to draw Fayot out of his almost dead state. Dead? She couldn’t tag hm that yet. He will not die. Just as her mind was running inventory and checking magical spells, she felt a cold, but at the same time, a warm small hand touch her arm. Startled, she looked up, not because of the hand-for she already knew who it belonged to-no, because of the strangeness of the phenomenon, and why Eva was able to do something like this. She was already feeling the magic aura surrounding her that didn’t come from her mother, Lucille or the ancients. This was different. “Eva..” She croaked out, gaping at little Eva who smiled at her, before giving a nod. Whether the nod was to confirm her identity or to push her to continue, Freya wasn’t sure, but she allowed her eyes to find the people who had taken a few steps away from her when
Eva bristled out of nervousness, under the gazes of the entire people in the room. After Fayot had woken and expressed his heartfelt appreciation, he had fallen into a deep sleep the next second. Freyya had created a large sleeping ball with Eva’s help and had coconned the werewolf into it, so that he would be safe from whatever that would try to end his living on earth. Now, Eva tucked her two hands in between her thighs, more out of a gut instinct, than out of a chain reaction because of fraying nerves. She would think about the reasons later. She noticed too that the base of her hand was itching her, ever since the bite she had experienced, the bite from an invisible thing. She would take a recheck through her body once she returns to the confines of her room. She also needed to talk to Derek about Emma. Hopefully, he would let her into his room.“Eva, how did you do that? How did you…” Melvina’s hand dropped down, worn out from the simple question already. Her daughter had
Emma hummed , an extra bounce to her feet which were tapping on the floor of the cab to the song she was tuning, as the cab turned into her street. She was home. She couldn’t wait to embrace her sister, Amelia, and tell her all that had happened in her life in the past few months. She smiled at the imagery of the shouts and screams and comical faces that Amelia would make as she would recount her adventurelike-tales, but frowned when her mind train zoomed past the betrayal that she had experienced at the hands of a man whom she had thought loved her, and his family. She would make them pay. She thought, not knowing how she was going to do it, but knowing that she would. “We are here, madam.” She heard the driver mention, and heaved out a sigh of relief before grasping one of her bags, the smallest, and stepping out of the car. She waited by the side, as the driver brought out her other bags gingerly from the car and kept it by the foot of the stairs leading to the front door of
When Emma heard her father’s calm question, she soughed, and took a look around, wondering the best lie to gve her old man, so that he could let her in first. But couldn’t he have waited till she got inside? She wondered, aware of how sleepy she was, how hungry she was, and how tired she was. She was also aware of the neigbour depositing June inside his car, probaby to take her tto the hospital. Good for them. She surmised, knowing from her father’s aloof stance that he knew who June was and what she had done-reason why he wasn’t berating her. Now to his question… “Why did you leave England, Emma? I am sure that your school is still in session. If there was any break at all, the chancellor would have informed me. But there was none. Which means you are here by your own accord.” Mr Jason stated, folding his arms across his chest. He watched his so troublesome daughter struggle with her words, so much so that it would have been funny if not for the seriousness of the situation. “Da