Hearing the reverential tone in Agrip’s voice, Derek swallowed, knowing that his mentor wouldn’t employ that tone unless the ancients were really worthy of the title. He needed to hear more.“Okay, Uncle. So, what else about them?” He asked, shifting in his seat. He saw Freya glare at him, and sniffed in sharply, turning away from her direction. He understood the girl’s distrust of him.Agrip sighed, then began to speak again.“The term “ancients” is a significant concept in history. In one of the history books, the ancients refer to a group of powerful and ancient beings who have lived for thousands of years. They possess exceptional supernatural abilities and are deeply connected to the earth and its elements. They are portrayed as the oldest and most powerful beings in existence. They are revered and feared by vampires, as well as by humans and other supernatural creatures. Their origins are shrouded in mystery, and they are believed to have been created by a higher power or divin
After Agrips’s description of what he knew about ancients, the entirety of the hall was booked with silence. No one said a word. There was a hush in the atmosphere, so much so that if a pin would drop, the sound was bound to echo. To start with, Anthony sat with his mouth hung open. After hearing Agrip’s explanation, he now understood that the stories of heroes past that his mother had regaled him with during bed time were not altogether false. Those beings had existed, still existed, and he was actually lucky to meet them facially. As a matter of fact, they had been right in front of him the whole time. To think his pack and he, had assigned the name vampires to them, those detestable disgusting creatures? Oh god, it seemed that this period, his pack was cocooned in making a lot of mistakes, starting with Emma. He could now see why he had always felt a thread of connection with the mouthy redhead. She was his little cousin, and he hadn’t been able to protect her, nor had he been
“I am not my father, Aunt Sheila.” Maya repeated, a tear dropping from her right eye. She had seen the instant look that had clouded Sheila's face when they had disengaged from the hug, a long haul from the happy look that had been on Sheila’s face when she had noticed her for the first time. And of course, she had put two and two together, that Sheila as sharp as ever had picked up the murmurings of the people. Well, she hadn’t been surprised. She had known that the pack had been skeptical about the return of her and her family. She had also known that the pack didn’t understand her uncle's affiliation with her family. And she hadn’t cared at first. Yes, she hadn’t cared to prove her loyalty to them. The only people she had cared about proving herself to was her immediate family, to Derek and to Eva, but not to the pack who was as fickle as anything fickle. But Aunt Sheila was different. After her mother and Melvina, the woman was the next mother figure. She had loved her s
Melvina smiled, grateful that Maya had released some hateful brunt on her son’s shoulders, although she knew that things were far from being over, until they found Emma. According to Anthony, Emma had flown back to her place in the United States. Well, that was better since it narrowed down their search. She felt her hand enclosed by her mate's and breathed out, seeking to relax herself further. She understood his gesture because it was something that he had over the years whenever he senses she was troubled. It told her that everything would be okay, and that they would always find a way to fix everything, no matter what. And just as always, she believed him. They would find Emma, and they would fix their son’s relationship, and they would win this war which was approaching, which she remembered now that Emma had foretold, when she had confided in them about her dreams. Yes, it was true that they had made mistakes, but they will surely overcome it all with persistence and determi
CHAPTER 483“A witch? Tempest? Was the witch Tempest?” Sheila asked, a ring of hope and happiness in her voice. Since she had been out of coma, she had been wondering what her friend was up to, and how many children the witch had now. The last time they had spoken, Tempest had been helping her keep her secret, whilst planning her marriage with Stark. How were they both? Did they have children? From the intel she had gathered whilst looking for her daughters, she had found out about Leonarya who had betrayed the community, just like Arnold had betrayed this pack. Birds of the same feather. She mused, also wondering how Queen Zipfarah would be feeling with her daughter waging war against her. Sheila knew that she needed a lot of updates. She couldn't wait to meet Tempest. The latter would fill her first hand on what has been going on in the community, and also help her brush up her spells. It was the latter that had first discovered her mage gifts and taught her how to harness it.
“Now, please Sheila, I know that you are talking from a place of anger, and I am sorry that we failed your expectations, but please don’t forget the goal for all these discussions; that we know the next step to take concerning the stuff going around in the supernatural world right now. Please, I plead that you be lenient with us.” Peter advocated, obviously not at peace with his wife bearing the brunt of Sheila's anger and pain.“Lenient? Were you being lenient when you ousted my daughter from the pack? When you convinced your son, whom I can see has no mind of his own even though he is a Lycan, to reject his mate for reasons best known to you? Now, we are on that, now that I have known why a phantom was after my daughter, can you tell me why you ousted my daughter from her pack?” Sheila asked, her hands still folded across her chest, her eyes blazing with anger, such that a few tremors were beginning to upset the floors of the halls; a happening that didn’t go unnoticed by the people
Peter sighed. This was it. The moment when his incapability as an alpha would be shown to the pack. With that question strewn to his face that way, there was no escaping it. He had to answer without fail. He had to throw himself under the bus.“Peter, we are still waiting for your reply.” Sheila mentioned, folding her hands across her chest, aware that she had just addressed her old friend without his title, as if they weren’t before a congregation of his subordinates. She knew that was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself. Her quest for the truth had triumphed over the need to be so respectful now. As a matter of fact, the respect was beginning to dwindle to zero. She still couldn’t believe that they would exile her daughter, even after the girl had saved his son. Like what heartless being does that?Melvina and Derek looked at Peter at the same time. They both knew what was going on in his head, the battle that was ongoing there, and they both wished that they could save him from t
“Sheila, that’s enough. I am aware that you are angry and frustrated with my family and my pack, which is yours, but please remember that Melvina isn’t just your friend, but also the luna of this pack.” Peter started, standing up from his mighty chair, sighing when he heard the soft unbelieving gasps from a few from the group of seven. Probably Sheila's daughters. He hadn’t meant to lord his authority over them, but he couldn’t afford to let them trample over his mate because of one mistake. No, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if that happened. He felt Melvina’s touch on his hand, and turned aside to stare at her. It’s okay my love. Please sit down. Let's not make this meeting turn out for the worse. If anything, I deserve this. She said through their mind path, and he calmed down, choosing to sit down. “I know that my family and I messed up, I know that I shouldn’t have let my brother trample on this pack, but can we focus more on the dire important issues than insulting