Elina’s hands around Elizabeth refused to budge, until her lifemate, Ferro, had tapped her softly on the shoulder. “Elina, it’s okay, now.” The male said, his eyes catching the teary ones of his lifemate, and his ears understanding the sniffs of Elina. The latter was crying, and will need some time to herself right in the arms of Elizabeth, not wanting to be seen by the others. Elizabeth and Elina. He had known that they had gotten closer over the past couple of days, that they had been talking fixatedly on something. He had told Damonq, and the latter had found it funny that the two women had been conspiring behind their back. That had been before the females had finally opened up to them about the girl that still appeared in Elina’s dreams. He and his friend has been acquainted with the realness of Elina’s dreams, that they hadn’t been able to let it slide, and so they had brought it before the little council in the compound. Yet, he had known that there was more. He just didn’t
Damonq remembered that particular day of course. He had taken her on a surprise mini trip.They had been floating on the clouds, confessing their love for each other when Elina had suddenly slumped into his arms after calling the name, Storm. Damonq quelled the need to take out the picture of the Storm, and fly around the world if necessary to find the girl so that they could be done with this once and for all. “You have a clear picture of her now?” Tensel inquired, unfolding his arms across his chest, and then clasping his two hands as a combined fist, his entire attention on Elina. “Yes.” Elina responded, and after a beat took the silence as a cue to continue the story. “She appeared more often than I would care to admit, like she was asking me to find her. In my dreams, she looked so young, but then seemed so old, as if an old spirit dwelling in a young body. She looked no more than twenty in the dreams, but she seemed to be as old as you all here. I seemed that old too.” There
It was Tensel that spoke next, after a silence that have stretched for more than five minutes. Elina was yet to recover her speech. “We still need to know more about her.” He looked at Elina as he said this. “You seemed to have had a relationship with her.” Elina shook her head. “You heard Elizabeth. She had been Storm’s friend when they were little. That’s centuries ago! There is no way I have a relationship with her. I am not more than twenty-five years old.” “And how would you know that? I thought you too had some issue with your memories. Or have you remembered them all?” Elina nodded. “I think so.” “That’s not a strong answer, Elina.” Elina flung her hands wide, frustrated at best, to Nicu’s words. ‘Stay calm, my heart. We will figure all these out together.’ Elina sighed contentedly when she felt the wave of reassurance. What would she have done without Damonq? ‘Nothing, my love. How could you think of being without me?’ Elina shook her head. There was no reasoning w
Damonq paced the healing room, his mind a whirlwind of worry and conflicting emotions. Elina had been in the healing bed for two hours now, and each passing minute felt like an eternity. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at it in frustration. He stopped and looked at Fero. The latter wasn’t in much better shape than him. Even though Elizabeth was just acting as a guide, and was not entirely comatose, seeing as she just needed to hold Elina’s hand and infuse her spirit into the latter, it was still dangerous. She could get trapped there..Damonq sighed harshly. These women will be the death of him.He stopped by the window, staring out into the dark night. The stars seemed indifferent to his turmoil, twinkling in their usual patterns. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. Elina was strong. She will survive."Why is it taking so long?" He muttered under his breath for the umpteenth time, his voice tinged with desperation. He glanced at the two women, willing them to
Storm walked into the storeroom of the cafe, heaving in and out in anger, banging the door on its hinges not minding she might be penalized for that. Who the hell did that bitch think she was? Storm gritted her teeth, remembering the spoiled brat of a lady, not much older than her, who had kept changing her orders because Storm had refused to give her Louise’s number. The girl wasn't the first. There had been many like that, ogling Louise who didn’t help matters by winking at them at intervals. Storm had given up on the last woman, when the latter had intentionally poured her food on the floor, and had blamed it on Storm. The head server had asked Storm to sit this one out, and that she seemed stressed. That would seem caring to the outside watcher, but Storm knew that her pay was about to be deducted. She hit the door with her foot, clenching her teeth when pain racketed past her feet and nerves to her brain. Louise was beginning to be more bad than good. She concluded. But it
The training had really sharpened her ears. Storm thought, hearing the heavy lackadaisical steps that was heading their way. She could also tell that it was the manager. He was the only one she knew who walked like that. “Why aren’t we heading out yet?” Jutul must have found it weird that she stood at attention with her school bag slung on her shoulder, and her entire attention on the door. “Is anybody coming? Are you waiting for Louise? Please don’t tell me we are giving him a ride again.” Storm scoffed. Give Louise a ride again? She would rather fly. The dude had almost talked out the ears of she and Jutul, and worse, he had farted when he had been laughing over a crude joke that hadn’t been a joke at all to her, and to Jutul. He had also used magic, or whatever it was on Jutul. Jutul hadn’t been aware. But she had been. She didn’t think that Louise had been aware too that she had known. Storm didn’t even know too how she had known. She had just known when it had happened. But
Storm hurriedly shoveled food into her mouth, barely chewing before swallowing. Kim watched her with a mixture of amusement and concern. "Slow down, Storm," Kim urged, shaking her head. "You're going to choke."Storm barely acknowledged Liam’s mate, only shaking her head in response. She had training with Avery—her rival for Kaden's affection—and she was already ten minutes late. Avery was notoriously strict, and Storm knew she would likely face some harsh punishment for her tardiness. The thought of doing push-ups for an hour made her stomach churn, but she had no time to waste. It was not like she had been late before, but Jutul, just after he had dropped her at Liam’s house, had told her to hurry up with every strength she had.She had wanted to know why, and he had mentioned about Avery’s punishment for late coming. Not that he has ever being a recipient of that harshness, but he knew people who had been. Storm had found it hard to believe, but she had still hurried up with ever
Storm was dreaming, but it felt more like a memory than anything else. She found herself observing two girls talking, two girls who couldn't have been more than twelve years old. They chatted about mundane things, their voices a soft murmur in the distance. One of the girls seemed familiar, and when the girl turned toward Storm, it struck her like a bolt of lightning: this was her, her younger self.The other girl looked at her with sparkling eyes and a wide smile, but Storm didn't recognize her, didn’t know until later that this particular girl really didn't see her. The environment was foreign too, with fresh air and beautiful vegetation that she didn’t remember from her childhood. The greenery was lush, vibrant, and seemed almost magical in its perfection. The place was serene, exuding a sense of peace and tranquility that made Storm’s heart ache with longing. She had no memory of growing up in such a place, but there she was, her younger self, laughing and carefree.What was go