“The words were foreign. Jumbled together, almost like a chant, but definitely words. I had excelled in studying ancient and dead languages as well as modern ones, but I hadn’t even recognized the rhythm of the words” Annabel muttered, letting out a deep breath. It was obvious that she was tired. Emma was too. She couldn’t wait for the plane to come to rest. She needed to see Amelia. She wondered what style of hair her sister would be carrying now. It’s been ages.Ben staggered up to the other side of Annabel's chair, pressing his hands to his ears. "Something's wrong," he hissed. "This is about her. Something evil wanted her dead."Jubal and Gary nodded their agreement. Emma shrugged. Nothing to do about all that. It’s all in the past. Annabel was still alive, and it was all that mattered. “It’s all in the past though.” Annabel said as if reading Emma’s mind. “We must look to the future.” She added, looking out the window.The huge birds which had been following them were nowhere
Melvina tweaked on her seat, excitement not letting her stay at a place.Calm your horses down, Melvina. She heard her mate say to her through their common mindpath. Well, how could she be calm? That was her best friend of so many years standing there, looking all plump and beautiful just like before. It has been seven years for fudge sake, seven years since she had seen the latter. So, how could she stay still and calm now? It was nearly impossible. She actually felt like dragging Sheila away from the people, from this crowd thirsty for information to a super quiet room where they could hug and gist properly like before.If only Tempest and Anthony’s mother were around? It would have been terrific, just like the good old days. She thought, getting sad for a second.She missed her crew. But still, she was happy that at least Sheila was alive."I don’t know where to start, but I think I should take off from the beginning." Sheila began, her eyes scanning the entire room for her cou
Derek shot up from his chair and began to stroll frantically, his heart breaking as he repeated Lucille’s statement in his mind.Emma was a werewolf. How hadn’t he seen that? Why hadn’t she had a scent? He wasn’t the only one with those thoughts though. Almost everyone in the pack had seen Emma, and they didn’t need any other person to tell them that Emma was one of Sheila’s daughters. That one was a spitting image of Sheila. They couldn’t believe either that they had treated the daughter of their best warrior that way.Sheila wasn’t dumb about what was happening. Her ears had flicked up on some of the discussions that were going on between the pack members, especially the pack warriors. Who was Emma? Who was Freya, the vampire? According to them, the duo had red hair, but with different shades of eye color. She felt her head spin but she held it together, not believing that her two daughters had crossed their pack, not only that, had actually stayed here till two days ago, durin
It's been a while lovelies. Let’s be done with this book now and forever. Lol. I apologize again for my absence. So, let's do a small recap. Just a little.Alright. Group of 7 who had walked into the hall comprises of; Freya, Aiden, Julian, Yodah, Kane, Dobah and Blenda. Then, there is Emma who is no longer in England, but in the United States now.That written down, let's continue the story properly. **Peter was surprised when he saw the group of seven walk into the hall. But he was slightly relieved when he saw the redhead with them. What was her name again? He thought, cocking his head to the side. Was it Freya? Yeah, that's what they had called her. At least one of Sheila’s daughters had been found. He stared at Sheila, his one time best friend before Melvins snatched her, as she gaped at the newcomers. She must be wondering what the girl was doing in the midst of vampires. Noting that now, he was curious about who Sheila had been mated with eighteen year
Lucille gulped down saliva when she heard Freya's voice in her head for the second time. She wasn’t sure if it was because her sister was aware that there was a mate speaking to her, or because the latter could access her mind.Could all the supernaturals gain access to her head? She wondered, sniffing her nose, when she, for the first time, perceived the sweet smelling scent of Freya.It was quite different from the weird, but not bad smell she perceived from the others. Could it be because Freya was her sister? Most likely. Lucille heard Freya say, in her head of course.But not every supernatural can access your head. The reason Kane can, is because he is your mate. He had seen you last night before our mother had sent him away with a camouflage. I can access your thoughts because you are my sister. But you can hide them from me though if you wish, just like Emma. I will teach you later. As a matter of fact I have a lot of things to tell you. I can't wait till we are out of this m
“Welcome again, everyone, to this meeting. I am sure that I am not the only one with questions. Well, we try to get as many answers as we can so that we can clear any misunderstanding between us.” Peter started, his eyes skimming from his mate, to his son, to Sheila and Lucille and finally to the group of seven which were just beside Lucille.They had preferred to sit together. To him, Sheila seemed to be okay with the vampires. Was it because her daughter had come with them? Indeed, he would have to be patient to find out why.“In that effect, each of our visitors, starting from Lucille, will explain their side of the story, so that we all can know the next step to take. Lucille dear, I am sure that you have done an introduction before, but for the sake of the new people, please do it again. I am sure they will appreciate it.” Peter said, eyes moving to Kane and Freya, who nodded at his statement. They were curious about Lucille’s history, for entirely different reasons though.Luc
Derek watched his parents dart shock glances at each other, and furrowed his eyebrows, his mind reeling with questions on why his parents were shrouded in unbelief. They weren’t even bothered by Freya’s last rude remark.Freya had mentioned that she was a mage and an ancient.Well, he knew of mages, not that he had seen any, except her mother’s friends, Brenda and her sister-though they weren’t actually mages, just witches.But he knew of mages from his history teacher, Mr Davens, in high school. During one of the history classes, the teacher whom he had always thought as eccentric, had given an in-depth definition of mages. Derek still had that in his head.Apart from his wolf nature, his memory was quite better than a human's. He could remember and quote word for word, the speech of a teacher or the texts from a book if he was in a good mood.Well, according to the teacher: A mage is a term commonly used in fantasy literature and role-playing games to refer to a practitioner of
Derek sighed. He looked at his parents for the third time. There was nothing. They were still in shock. His eyes slipped to Agrip who had been standing all this while beside Ava, his daughter. When had the man stand up from his seat?The man was muttering to himself whilst staring at the group of seven. He would have loved to mind-link the old man and ask him what he thought about the term ancients, but a lot of people were in the hall, and there was no way he could ask that, without it filtering into the thoughts of others. Since he had no private mind path with Agrip, it was almost impossible to send him a message directed specifically to him, in a crowd full of his pack members, unless with intense concentration. He hasn’t heard of anyone being able to do it though.Ancients.Perhaps he could draw the meaning from the mythology book on his history’s teacher’s desk. One time, the man had told him to get his class’s scripts on the table in his office. He had been done collecti