For a second, Derek wished that he and Curtis had a common telepathy, so that they would be able to communicate through their mind links, out of the hearing of prying ears.
Throwing a suggestive look at Curtis who nodded his head in understanding, they stepped tentatively, their feet almost making no noise as they brushed the leaves and damp soil, in the direction of the smell, the blood smell.
The scent got realer and stronger as they approached a big oak tree, some degrees west of the area they had been standing on before.
They came to a halt, few feet from the tree, before turning to themselves and giving themselves a nod, after which Derek indicated with his hand that Curtis should go the other way, while he moved the other way so that they can intercept the unknown person at the same point.
Curtis, understanding this sigh, moved hastily, strengthened by his wolf, the body pains and sores all gon
When Derek and Curtis got to the pack, everywhere was deserted. Darting their eyes around as they walked across some houses, they couldn't see a single soul."What do you think happened?" Curtis asked, slightly scared for the lives of his pack members, his sister and his mother too."I don't know." Derek replied, bewildered too. When he had left in search of Curtis, he had been sure that they were on the winning side of the fight. So what happened after he had left? Where was everyone? Why was everywhere deserted this way?Getting to the centre of the pack, they saw the heap of burnt bodies of some people."Mind link your sister now!" Derek said sharply, while adjusting the girl which laid limp in his hands.Curtis obliged, without wasting time, mindlinking Maya immediately."Maya..." He called, his heart in his mouth, as he still darted his eyes around the p
Maya shifted on her feet, balancing her weight on her left foot as she scanned the room, turning back a bit in the process, in a bid to search out her brother and Derek. The worry and agitation could be seen on her face.Right in front of her, her father was talking about the best way to go about the matter; treaty. Something she didn't entirely approve of; not of the topic, but of the manner in which it was made. The Faugers Packs' elders and Alpha should be informed first, before any other plan was made. All the dead bodies they had counted as a loss, and most of the injured, all came from the Faugers Pack. So their opinion should be counted in first, even though they seem to be a lesser pack.There were also talks on a spy or a betrayer in their midst, who must have opened the pack gates to the invaders. Her father has also said during the meeting, that the person would be found out and dealt accordingly with. For some reason, she didn't
Now outside the hall, Leo scanned the whole area for Maya, or Derek, but his line of vision came up with nothing."Where are they?" He muttered to himself, still watching around, when he saw Brandon, his temporary next in command in the Wind Winders Pack; since his chosen vice was back home, overseeing the duties and trainings over there.Before he could ask the latter anything, the huge warrior beat him to it."They are in the training grounds." He said, as if knowing what Leo had been wanting to ask him."Okay, thank you." Leo replied, about to walk away, when the latter called him back."Is there any issue?" He asked, when he had halt in his movement, and turned around to face Brandon."Not really, just a hunch of what might have really happened last night. I don't know if you'll be open to my opinions." Brandon stated, meeting Leo's gaze steadily.
"What are we going to do?" Derek asked the others, after some time had elapsed with them left to their individual thoughts."Because this matter is very grave and sensitive." He added, looking at each one of them, as he spoke. His gaze lingered a second or two seconds more on his cousin, Curtis, as he was not sure if it was still okay to let him into their circle. Who knows? He might change his mind, and follow in the footsteps of his father."You're right." Leo agreed. Going against an Alpha, with ties with a stronger opposing Pack, was a dangerous issue."Guys, it's true that my father might be behind this attack...But I think we should investigate more properly, before bringing up the issue towards the council, and of course your own father." Curtis stated, while looking at Derek, knowing that the issue might escalate to that point. After all, they exchanged warriors to boost up their training skills, so as to conquer
Emma sighed for the umpteenth time as she sat in class listening to the third lecture of the day. She thought it was the most boring teaching she had ever sat under. She didn't know if it was because of the monotony of the professor's words, or the fact that she was alone in the class. Not that she was really alone though. There were other students in the class. But then, they were not Maya or Derek. She missed them already. She had thought that they would be back the previous day, but that hadn't been the case. She would have stayed back at Melvina's place today, if not for the fact that she had already missed a lot of classes, and Clem was quite convincing with his words.When they had come back from the forest the previous day, Margo had refused to enter Melvina's small estate with them for no apparent reason. And when she and Clem had turned aside to discuss about the best statement to give Melvina for entering the forest and staying whatever number of days
"Okay guys…remember to go through the text intensively, and turn in your assignments on Monday morning to Garfield; and of course, don't forget the quiz coming up tomorrow morning." The professor said, as he rounded up his teaching, not moved or fazed, even slightly, by the long groans emanating from his students. Although Emma wasn't concerned about the quiz or assignment which she knew she would be able to scale through with good grades if she got her hand on the right materials, she still groaned out aloud with them, more out of dislike for the too young professor. What had happened to the previous professor? She thought, remembering the old professor who had a thing for Abraham Lincoln, whilst staring abhorrently at the man who was smiling at the students, obviously aware of the effect he was having on the female colony of the class, well, all except her. She heaved in relief, when he began to pack up his books and sheets to le
When Emma got out of the class, she tapped her forehead lightly as she came to a halt, cussing again as she realized that she didn't even know the way to the professor's office. And she hadn't remembered to ask Ava about it. "I will just leave, and if he asks me tomorrow, I will just tell him that I had forgotten or that I didn't know the way to his office." She muttered. But even as she said so to herself, she knew that her excuses were flimsy. She had to go to the man's office, and get over with it once and for all. Perhaps, Clem might know. She thought, about to call Clem with her phone, but then cancelling out the idea at the last minute. Clem was majoring in architecture, and so would have no business to do with the history lecturer. "What will I do now?" She asked herself, tapping her right foot lightly on the floor, as she weighed her options. Go home, or go crazy searching for his office, since she wasn't in the mood at all
Emma came to a halt as Damon stopped by the mahogany door. Her face scrunched up a bit as she remembered why they had set out on this journey together; to see the jerk faced professor. What a waste of time. She thought."Do you really hate him that much?" Damon asked, as he took notice of the frown on her face as she stared at the door."Yes." She replied, unwaveringly."But you're just meeting him for the first time today." He cited.And he managed to get on all my bad nerves. She thought."Happens…" She muttered, with a shrug."Well, good luck then. I have to be going." He stated, holding fast to the sling of his back pack, his eyes brimming with amusement."Thanks for the good wishes, walnut." She said. "And thanks for showing me his office." She added immediately with a smile, pushing away his faux protest.&