Thirty minutes later… (that is, one hour, and thirty minutes later after Derek had been given the medicinal herb) "We can't wait here all day. It's night already. We should take Derek home, to our pack's doctor." Alpha Peter said to Esther when he observed no change in his son's condition. He had been in a meeting with his council, and the Alpha of a neighboring pack, which had tended some complaints to him. According to the Alpha, his brother had invited his pack members to Curtis' birthday party to have them slaughtered. He didn't believe the tale, had been about to send out a messenger to his brother when he had had the distress call from his mate. He had stilled in his actions until she had been done narrating what had been the cause of her distress. At the same time, his beta had also conveyed a message from his daughter.Shadow warriors.He had been shocked, wondering what business those dead creatures had with his pack.He had been running around, giving instructions to his p
A smile was still on Melvina's face as she hurried to dish food into plates, while Maya stood by the side, watching her, a small smile on her lips too. They both had been happy about Derek's fast recovery. He was still in bed, still struggling to talk and refusing any semblance of noise, but he was okay. He would be up and about in one day, fit for his birthday and coronation which would be taking place the next two days. But the problem was that he doesn't known that Emma had been taken.When Melvina had heard from Clem that Emma had been taken, it had taken her calling upon her reservoir of self-control not to cuss at the friend of her son for not being able to rescue heir soon-to-be-Luna if things didn't go southwards. Knowing her son's addiction to his mate, she wondered, as she dished out the food cooked by Maya before they had arrived back home, how he would take the blow, his reaction and actions."Take this and this to Clem and Shane." She said, as she handed two plates of spa
Emma laid still on the large queen-sized bed, but her mind wasn't nowhere still at all. It was running off in all directions, and she couldn't sleep. When she had held the outstretched hand of the little girl, she had suddenly found herself at the gates of a huge castle. A type of castle she had only read off and seen in stories, and the internet. The castle was high and huge. Keeping her silence, she had watched as the gates had opened, revealing a short, middle-aged man with long pointed ears. An elf! She had screamed in her head, as she had stared at the man in front of her who belonged to a class of beings rumored to have had an affinity to strong magic. "Elves are real?" She had bent a little and whispered to the girl, who consequentially nodded at her statement. What else were real? She had thought, letting her mind bring out non-human characters from stories she had read all over the years; vampires, trolls, shape shifters, angels, demons, and dragons. Were these all real
Derek woke up in the middle of the night. He knew because his room was still dark; there was an absence of the glistening bright morning rays in his room which emanated from his window's transparency and reflection of the morning sun. The only light in the room was cast by the dim rays of the half moon. A nightmare had woken him up. Slowly, he got up from the bed, and stalked to a chair near the window. He sat down on it and bent his head, placing it in the confines of his hands, as he tried to remember the dream. Nothing. Blank. He couldn't remember the dream. This has never happened before. He thought, beckoning to his wolf. "Maru..." He called out loud, when he didn't feel the stirring of his wolf inside him, but there was no response. He was bothered then. "Maru..." He called again, but there was no response. Emptiness greeted him rather. He felt empty. Empty and lonely. He got scared. What had happened to his wolf? He figured out that it must have had something to do w
Maya dropped down on the bed ungracefully as she heard Derek's declaration.He has lost his wolf? No, not good at all.She already knew that it was the aftermath of his interaction with the orb which Melvina had told her about. The object that had almost killed him. It hadn't succeeded, but it had managed to silence his wolf. She hoped that it was a temporary problem.Turning aside to look at him, she noticed that his shoulders were dropped low, his head bent. He looked like a lost child, and a worried old man at the same time.Sighing, she drew close to him, and enclosed him in a hug, the type that she had always reserved for him whenever he ran to her crying over something when they were still kids."He will come back." She muttered intermittently, as she held him to herself, patting him slowly but steadily on the back. ***"You know when you left, I had almost lost it." Derek said, after a while of being enclosed in Maya's hug.He had forgo
Melvina gasped, her hand going up to cover her mouth, as she stared at her son in anguish, after Maya had opened the door. She had been sleeping, when she had heard the scream. Instantly, she had woken up, knowing whom the voice had belonged to, and glad that her mate had already awoken. Together they had rushed to Derek's room, only to find Anthony about to step out of it. They had been discussing about the possible location the scream had emanated from, when suddenly they had heard the punches on the wall. Following the noise, it had led them to the room she had put aside for Emma;that had already given her a foreboding of what had been happening. And when Maya had opened the door to them, her eyes shiny with tears, she had known what was happening, but she hadn't been prepared for the sight. There was blood all over his hands, trickling to his arms. But he was still punching at the wall like a blind mad man. She could sense the rage rolling over him. She heard Anthony mutte
Melvina watched keenly as the Pack doctor packed his tools inside his bag. Her son's hands were bandaged properly now, and he was sleeping fitfully. "Jack, what is wrong?" She asked him, as she saw him sough deeply. "Is his wolf lost??" She queried, even as she saw from the tail of her eyes, her mate lifting up his head from the confines of his hands. After she has told him about their son's mate and all the events that had surrounded her, he had been silent, and in every way sad. She could feel his feelings. She knew that he was contemplating whether he should still go on with his plans of making Claire the Luna of the pack, or whether he should let his son choose his mate. He didn't want his son to go crazy because of him. It was true that the pack needed a strong Luna in these perilous times, but what was the essence of a strong Luna, and a mad Alpha? She only hoped that he would make the right choice. "Not really." Jack replied sadly. "Why are you sounding sad when that is
A knock, then another, and another, and another, then it wrapped on the door many times in quick succession, in quick loud successions. "Who the fuck is that?!!" Emma shouted, as she turned around on the bed and laid on her belly while using one of the pillows to cover her head. The knocks on the door stopped, and she breathed out in relief, about to continue her sleep when suddenly the knocks ran down like rain splattering on a roof on her door. "What the hell! Can't someone sleep in peace for fudge sake?!" She whined, sitting up on the bed angrily, while staring at the door as if she could shoot daggers at it and whomsoever was behind it. "Miss Drackson, are you in there?" She heard a tiny voice ask from behind the door and huffed in annoyance. Glancing, more like glaring at the wall clock in front of her, she took note of the time. 5:45am. It was still early in the morning. She mused. So, why were they calling for her already? For devotion? They would have to drag her out of