Emma staggered back to her sitting room as she glanced around her apartment. There was nothing that could have prepared her for the damages she saw. Her heart was pounding furiously against her chest and she was quivering with fright. She suddenly felt dizzy as memories flitted into her mind.This time, she wasn't a young detective, but a young child. She had just returned from her best friend's apartment which was next door and her parent's sitting room was in ruins. It was her thirteenth birthday, and she was not prepared to witness the most traumatic experience of her life. She remembered walking in and freezing at the sight of blood. She remembered calling out to them, shaking from the blood all over the wall. She remembered the voices. They echoed in her mind like it was just a few hours ago that she heard them. She recalled the anger, the wave of fear that washed over her as the voice thundered. And now, she felt like she was living that night all over again. There were close
Clyde pulled into the pack house and cut the engine of Emma's car. He turned to her and noticed the look on her face. She looked exhausted and mentally drained. But fear lingered in her eyes as well. “You don't have to be scared of anything. You are safe here,” he reassured her. “How did you?” She paused. “I forgot you always know how I feel.” Emma took a deep breath and sighed. Clyde was nice enough to offer some words of reassurance, but she had never lived with werewolves before. Words of reassurance could not stop her from overthinking things. She was drowning with questions, and she didn't have an answer to any. How long would she spend at the pack house? Would it be ever safe to return to her apartment? Who wanted her dead? How would life be in the pack house, and could she cope with her new life pattern? “Ok. I would be safe here,” she muttered to herself. Clyde watched her and was slightly amused. She pushed the door open, grabbing her bag, which contained some of t
“You’re going to learn about the pack while you are here,” Clyde informed Emma in her room. She was unpacking some of her things after they had cleaned up her room. “It’s a good thing that you would be here for a while.”“I don’t particularly feel good about it,” she replied, hanging her clothes in her closet. “Why?” Clyde asked. “You have a room, your car, and protection. What else could you possibly need?”“I need to know who is trying to kill me, and I need to get them before they get me. I don’t want to become a member of your pack.” “You’re not a member of the pack. It’s only right you learn about my kind while you are here.” He paused. “If you're to become my Luna, you should know everything about this pack.”“I will just be a ceremonial one. You have a Luna,” she replied, tossing her shoes on the ground in frustration. “I don’t know why we’re having this conversation.” Clyde cocked an expectant eyebrow. “If I didn’t know better, I would say you’re angry or probably jealous.”
Clyde occasionally stole glances at Emma while the presentation was going on. She was standing among the pack members, watching the display of gifts sent by the neighboring packs. His mind wandered back to the previous night as he watched her. He remembered the taste of her lush lips. The way he cupped her full breast and buried his face in her cleavage. He suddenly felt hot inside as he thought about the way he suckled on her nipples and the way she moaned lightly in his ears. He swallowed and shifted slightly in his seat, trying to distract himself from thinking about her. “Did you hear me?” Emily whispered, leaning closer to him. “MMM. I don’t think so,” he said. “What did you say?”Emily's eyes followed his gaze when she noticed he wasn’t paying attention to her, and they landed on Emma. With annoyance, she hissed and straightened in her seat. Clyde turned slightly to her and noticed her expression. “What is wrong with you today?”Emily clicked her tongue against her teeth, tr
“This means nothing,” Clyde voiced before claiming her mouth again in a fierce kiss. With one quick thrust, his tongue pushed through her lips to explore her mouth. Emma’s mind was clouded, caught between the pleasure of kissing him and the dull pain of his statement. She gripped his hands and hung on, deepening the kiss. Rocking her hips closer to meet the hard length of his body, she lost control At that moment. She filled the void of being alone for years with the taste, smell, and feel of him. Her tongue matched every thrust, and she let out a small moan. His fingers traveled from her back, and he slid his palms over her belly and cupped her breasts. Her nipples hardened at his touch and he pushed her shirt higher. He stared at her naked breasts, and the heat and desire in his eyes nearly burned her alive. He claimed her mouth hungrily again. One thumb tweaked her nipples and she moaned out, trembling in his arms. His head lowered, staring at her shorts. Emma realized the mome
“It reveals the past or the future to a person,” Clyde voiced, turning back to face her. “But only if it chooses you. It is quite selective and it hasn’t revealed anything to anyone in years. It's safe to safe, it's a snub.”“That’s…” Emma stammered. “That’s spectacular.”“I know,” he agreed, opening the door of the cabin. In the middle of the cabin, Emma could see a bird-like creature. Its eyes were large, and she could feel the intensity of its gaze on her. She swallowed, studying the strange bird. It was about 3 ft 4, with a small head and long neck. It was covered in black feathers with golden strips sprinkled around it. Emma was captivated, and she was intrigued to know her past. Staring at the bird, she could only think of one thing. She wanted to know what really happened the night her parents died. She wanted to know who was responsible for killing them and why their death had been so mysterious. “How does it work?” she asked, turning to Clyde. “How does it reveal the past
Clyde watched as she stomped away angrily. He didn’t understand what happened and her sudden mood swing. What did she see? Did it have to do with him? Emma ran all the way to her room immediately after she left the shelter. As she ran, the wind splattered her tears all over her face. She didn’t stop running until she got to her room and slammed the door. She rested her back against the door, sobbing uncontrollably. She was broken, more than she ever thought she could be. She collapsed on the ground, burying her face in between her knees, and continued to cry silently. After some minutes, she stopped crying and wiped her tears. She needed to pull herself together. Although she was hurt, she needed to think about more important things. There was a reason she saw that particular part of her past. There was a reason she was shown her parent’s conversation, although she was not present with them. She slowly rose to her feet and moved to her bed. Plopping herself on the mattress, she b
Clyde walked into the room, his eyes glancing around until they landed on Emma in a corner. She was staring at him fiercely and he sighed. "Are you still pissed? I was trying to make sure you're ok. I don't think you're weak. If you were, you wouldn't have been able to handle everything that has been thrown into your life for the past few weeks. Yet, here you are doing just fine while still trying to figure out more about your life," he said calmly. Emma was too stunned to speak. She never thought that Clyde would be so comforting. He was always eager to dismiss her worries and barely acknowledged whenever he was at fault. But he was apologizing to her. She cleared her throat before speaking. "I just want you to acknowledge me. I want you to stop treating me like I am inferior to everyone. I want you to see me, Clyde. I am not invisible," she replied. Clyde felt his chest become heavier. He wasn't usually the type to acknowledge that he was wrong. But the way Emma had been star