Maya followed Emma's movements with her eyes while she sat on one of the stools in the kitchen, as she was already done with washing the dishes. Even as she sat, watching the redhead, also noting that her cousin was doing the same, she wondered on how they got here, on how and why the moon goddess has chosen the redheaded human for her cousin. Not that she doesn't like Emma; of course not. In short, the human was the most lively person she had been around for a while, even though it seemed that trouble always sought her out or the other way around. But it's just that, for the moment, with the upcoming pack war and the perilous times, she did not think that it was suitable for the soon to be alpha to be mated to a human. For the first time in her life, she thought that the moon goddess had done a wrong pairing.
Casting a long glance at her cousin who sat on the other stool, she wondered what was going on his mind at the moment. She knew that he had been jealous w
A sharp crow cry pierced the dark grey skies, as the wolves battled each other venomously, and the man with sharp fangs beheaded some wolves, causing a redheaded girl to scream and shout for help, especially when the man with the sharp fangs noticed her presence. He zoomed past the fighting wolves, about to snap her neck with a speed of light, when a big black wolf came in between them, obstructing the creature's evil intent for the girl, but taking the fall there of; having its head snapped off from its neck. The girl screamed more loudly again, in agony this time, at the bloodied sight, the crows now much, shrieking too in deathly harmony as if mourning the death of a great hero; when Emma woke up.She was bathed in sweat; she noticed as she sat up gingerly on the bed, still trying to process the dream she had just had. It was the same with the one she had last seen when she had slept in Maya's room, in the governess house. The only difference was that the wol
It had been the Calculus exam, and she hadn't read for it. She had gone to an older friend's party with Amelia the previous night prior to the exam day, Amelia who didn't have any exam the following day; and had partied away into the night. And when she had returned back home, drunken and exhausted, she had fallen into her bed mindlessly, without any care in the world, until the following morning.She had woken up with a banging headache and the taste of nausea in her mouth. Actually, Amelia had done the waking up for her with a cup of water. Her sister had tried waking her up the normal way, the normal usual way of waking someone up from sleep with the slight tapping on hands or legs, but she hadn't woken up, being dead to the world and alive unto sleep. Well, not until she had felt a huge splash of water on her face.She had shouted, sitting up angrily on the bed, about to vent her anger on the intruder of her beauty sleep, when she had fe
Emma's hard breathing could be heard as she took sharp intake of breaths, in and out, intermittently.What had she just seen? She queried her mind, her eyes blinking continually as if in sheer disbelief of what she had seen.She ambulated towards the painting again, hoping to see the glow which had scared the life out of her. But when she had gotten to the painting, caressing it even again, hoping for the glow that had sharply burst forth out the painting few minutes earlier before dying out as fast as it had come, she had been disappointed; the glow wasn't forthcoming, and the picture had returned to its former state.Had she been imagining it? She thought to herself, then shaking her head voraciously the next second, as she refuted the thought. She hadn't been dreaming or imagining; she had been wide awake and had seen the painting shone for some seconds.For the next minute she cussed about her fi
Emma sighed, slightly relieved that Melvina had interrupted her unnecessary tale and convo with her husband which was already getting uncomfortable, and slightly pricked about what could be the aftermath of her coming. She hoped, actually had a profound faith in the older woman, that she wouldn't start going berserk like the other women she had known in Florida did, whenever they see their husbands with a fine woman. But still, she thought that she needed to explain herself, to avoid misunderstandings.And so, before Alpha Peter could answer his mate, whom he had not really been surprised to see, knowing her very sensitive nature; Emma came out with an apology."I'm sorry, Melvina. Nothing really happened. He was just asking me some questions. Please don't misunderstand the situation." She rambled out, her eyes which were both focused on Melvina, filled with utmost sincerity and pleading.But Melvina smiled, after a coup
"The skies had been dark…" Emma started, then paused, her earlier resolve about to weaken. She still thought that the dream wasn't shapeless, void and stupid. But then she had seen things recently that would make her dreams a bit not far from comparison."Yes, continue." Melvina said, squeezing her hands again, reassuring her that it was okay to just talk."The skies had been dark, and I had seen some animals fighting." Emma stated, darting her eyes from Melvina to her husband, to know what they already thought of the part of the dream she had just mentioned. But their faces were blank, as if she hadn't even said anything.That was a boost. She would just rattle the dream and be off to bed, at least to relish in the bed sheets for an hour or two, before daybreak. She was sure that the time would be between 1am to 3am."Animals? What kind of animals?" Alpha Peter asked, interrupting her thought
Alpha Peter struggled with speechlessness, as he digested what the redheaded human in front of him had just said and implied. A big black wolf with deep blue eyes? That was the exact description of his son. He had seen it first hand in the forest. If not for the other interesting factor, the phanthom and the human, he had almost gushed at the largeness of his son's wolf, and its sheer blackness; and he hadn't even turned 18 yet. He had been happy, but then the issue of the phanthom had zapped his interest.And the human? Who and what could she be? He wondered, staring at her, not even knowing what to say. And why would her son sacrifice himself for her? Were they mates?No, impossible. He concluded. He remembered he had asked his son, sometime yesterday, if the redhead was his mate, based on his instincts, and his son had replied in the negative. So, what could this mean? He refused to believe that the human's dream was a mere nightmare like
Alpha Peter blanched as he looked on the human who was still shivering out of fear for a painting that had been in the sitting room for more than five years now. A painting that has been admired by all and sundry. And now the painting was moving?? He mused. He thought that he had seen it all from the human, but alas, this particular one was a new vogue in town or whatever his mind was trying to tell him. But he was sure that her dreams were not just nightmares but a premonition of what was to happen, he believed that quite alright, but not this one. He didn't think she was telling the truth. How can the drawn moon goddess move? Next, she would say that it was talking.And so, in a bid to prove the human wrong and her thoughts fallible, he threw a glance, sceptically still, at the only painting in the room, only to find out that the woman in the painting was just as the same as she had always been, graceful, peaceful, elegant and inspiring. He clucked his tongue,
Emma sighed in utmost relish for the umpteenth time as she bit into the last pancake in her plate, an act which caused a smile to sneak up on Melvina's lips, even as she thought on the short but impacting events of the early wees of the morning.Her mind hadn't been at rest, especially over the issue, that her son had died in the two occasions that the redhead had seen him in her dream, and he had died while saving the human too. She had been wondering and considering letting her mate know that the redheaded human was his son's mate. But she knew that it will complicate the issue more further.If her mate knows, she knew that he wouldn't let the human be the Luna of his pack which he had spent much of his years grooming and protecting from the evil shackles of his elder brother; and so might force his son to get married to his beta's daughter, Claire, which she doesn't trust one bit, or rather he would send the human away.