“Was I the only child of my mother?” Emma asked, letting her hands slip into the crack between her thighs, her heart thumping more than usual. She found it surprising that she so wanted Freya to be her sister. Her twin.“Tempest didn’t say. But if I should take a guess, I would say no. The nurse we had hired to take care of her, mentioned that she must have given birth to more than one child at that time.”Emma sighed in relief.Hearing her mother’s answer solidified the already staying motion that Freya was her twin. But she had left her sister back at the pack. Emma scratched her hands, a bit unnerved and frustrated, balancing when she remembered that Freya wasn’t alone. No, her sister was with the species that was stronger than the werewolves. Emma paused here, coming to a startling realization. If Freya was her sister, and Sheila was her mother, then it would mean that she was part of the pack, that she could be a werewolf. Had that been the reason why Tempest had instructed
Emma looked at her watch for the second time since they started the journey to the area where Jason had made sure that her mother had been taken care of. They have been enroute for more than twenty minutes now. She let out a soft sigh and relaxed deeply in the car seat. Her parents were both occupying the front seats. She thought of Amelia then. When they had stood up from the conversation all done and dusted, she hadn’t felt the presence of her sister anymore. She hadn’t known when she had lost the touch, the contact, but all of a sudden, she hadn’t felt the presence. Emma had thought to check in on Amelia in the latter’s room, but had then thought better of it. it was best to leave without informing the latter. If not, the latter would want the whole story, and if she got it, would want to follow to the ends of the earth. Emma sighed again. At least she had one faithful person in her life. She picked up the phone, and looked. There was no reply from Annabel yet. Immediately she
It was really a cabin. A cabin all alone in the woods. If Emma hadn’t known of their species, she would have been angry with her father for keeping Sheila in a place devoid of human interaction, in a place devoid of life. She wondered how the nurses had coped with this sort of distance, way far away from town. Emma had checked the time when her father had come to halt in front of the cabin. And from her calculations, it had taken more than forty-five minutes to get here. She looked at her father’s car in envy, a car that could rival Ferrari in speed. A normal car would have taken no less than an hour and thirty minutes to get here. “I give her enough for transportation and other things. And she doesn’t come everyday though. You can see the distance. But she is trustworthy, and very reliable. We have known each other for quite a while, from back in school days.” Emma wondered if they had dated too. “Let’s go in. You know we have to return back tonight.” Emma knew that the ‘we’ did
Her mother was gone. Emma tried to calm herself down. When the nurse and her apprentice-as she would come to know in a few minutes-saw her, and then her parents, she had shot up to her feet, and had kept her head bowed. There was no happening, no bad scenario that Emma didn’t think had happened to her mother. “Sir, I’m sorry. But I don’t think I would have been able to stop it. This is my apprentice, Rose. On days when I am coasted at work, she comes here to take care of Sheila, and make sure that her treatment is going well. A few days ago was no different. I had been away from the state on a mission, and so she had been here to take care of Sheila. According to her, Sheila had woken at that time, one of the days. She had queried Rose on a lot of topics, of which Rose had tried to the best of her ability to answer; for I had given her the entire information you had passed me too, so that she wouldn’t lose sight of the goal. According to Rose, she had just stepped aside to tell me a
“Are you sure you want to stay back here? I can book a close-by hotel for you to stay in.”Emma shook her head to her father’s second attempt to stop her from staying at the cabin. Probably because it smelt of medicines, coma and despair. It needed a whole lot of cleaning too. But Emma knew that if she was to undergo a shift now-Maya had told her the morning she had left the pack about the intricacies of being a werewolf-she would need to do it in a place that was void of people. She couldn’t afford to be seen. And so, here was the best place to do that. That was if she even had the werewolf gene. Freya didn’t have that. But she wasn’t taking any chances. “Well, since you have chosen to do your mind intent…” Emma watched in incredulity as her father took out his cheque slip from his pocket, and began to sign on it. Did he carry that everywhere? A soft smile graced her lips when she caught her mother looking at her with an amused expression. The woman had known what she had thought
“Nathan Makonel, you haven’t said anything since this meeting started. But we would like to hear your input now, brother. Are you that torn with happiness?” Kane questioned the tall, finely sculpted man sitting right across him, on the long rectangular oakwood table, whose head was bowed low as if in deep thought.Nathan didn’t answer. Not yet.Kane looked at the other ancients gathered around the table and sighed. They would have to wait till Nathan was ready to talk. His friend has always been like that. Not easily moved or pressured. Hard as rock. Just like a first born prince was. Kane wondered now if he would take up the position seeing that the reason why the latter had dropped it was because of the darkness that had begun to invade his senses. Nathan hadn’t wanted to be a tool to prey on his people. And so he had handed the position to his younger brother who had found his lifemate, and had gone into hiding. It had taken them the whole of five hours to find him, despite the po
11:30pmEmma sighed, watching the grandfather’s clock in the cabin’s sitting room. It was just thirty minutes to go. She looked around the room, inhaling the smell of the antiseptic she had used to clean the house, to wash every corner of the house, to get rid of the smell of despair, and medicines and coma. She sunk deeper into the sofa and flexed her hands. She didn’t know why she had cleaned it. In hope of her mother returning? Emma wasn’t sure. She looked at her hands, and flexed her fingers again. She, who had never cleaned. She chuckled dryly at herself. Where had she even gotten the initiative or the burst of strength to even clean the house after those mighty tears she had unleashed for more than thirty minutes? She shook her head, jerking up on the sofa, when her sensitive ears picked up sounds from outside the cabin. Someone was trying to get inside here! Emma’s eyes widened at the realization and she jumped to her feet. There was an onset of panic where she had wished
11:40Emma stood frozen, her mind a chaotic whirlpool of emotions as the jaguar slinked further into the sitting room. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, each beat reverberating in her ears like a drum. She had always known there was something different about her sister. But this? This was beyond comprehension. She didn’t see this coming. If she thought that Amelia was hiding something, it was maybe her practice center, her diary, her fetishes or something else. Something human. But not this. The sleek, powerful form of the jaguar, with its piercing, familiar eyes, filled her with a mixture of awe and terror. Those eyes—so unmistakably Amelia's—sent a cold shiver down her spine. Were their parents aware of this? Was Amelia adopted? Or did something happen to the real Amelia back in college, and this was an imposter? No, if this was an imposter, she would have noticed. This was Amelia, in the flesh and blood.Emma cocked her head to the side, still unable to come to terms of wh