CHAPTER 12   A sense of accomplishment enveloped Derek, as he stared around the big white-painted bedroom in content. The bedroom now looked heavenly with its interior all cleaned up, changed and furnished; a sharp contrast to its former muddled state.   ‘The little witch is lucky.’ He thought, running his hands over the dark blue silky bed sheets, which accentuated the beauty of the king sized bed, one of the many things that Mr Jason, had made available to them for the furnishing of the house.  Turning aside for a moment from the beautiful sight in front of him, and facing the window, Derrick pondered again on who the little witch was, and who Mr Jason is really. It was obvious to him that they were both humans, rich too, but he couldn’t understand how they still got a place in Moonway street, that’s apart from the weird fact that a father could send his daughter to this part of the continent alone. No matter how he tried to think of a reason

    Under the shocked gazes of the three boys, Emma squirmed a bit. ‘Did she say anything wrong?’, she thought. She had just mentioned Melvina only. A tiny thought at the back of her head nagged her a bit. It seems Melvina wasn’t just a common somebody; her instincts had been right.  Ever since she had discussed with her on the chair across the woods till when they got to the eatery, she knew there was something more to her. But till this moment, even for the life of her, Emma just couldn’t seem to place her finger on it, on who she actually felt Melvina was. She guessed she would have to wait on the boys to perhaps slip up the answer. “What did you just say?” She heard a voice which she could tell was Clem’s, ask. Tearing her gaze from Derek which her traitor eyes had settled on for a minute, she looked sideways to see Clem staring at her; his eyes widened in surprise. ‘’Did you just say Melvina?” He asked, in a lowered

   The pack meeting had already gone more than a half-way when Derek and his companions stepped into the  large hall, the biggest hall in their pack house, where important meetings were held; meetings which included the entire members of the pack. The confidential meetings between the Alpha and his subordinates were held in a smaller room at the western wing of the house. The pack house was a gigantic mansion actually with several outlets, which comprises of the Alpha’s residence, meeting grounds and a hospital. It had been built by Derek’s father after they had escaped from the wicked terror innated by the fallen vampires; which had plagued their pack, and the other packs-for centuries they say.  Nobody had heard a word about them(the fallen vampires) since they(Black moon pack) relocated to this part of the savannah; perhaps they were gone finally, nobody knew. But for now, the main issue of the black moon pack was defeating the white-st

   Melvina was speechless. The far-out-ness of the question could not be over accentuated. A human mate for her son? No, this must be a joke; not when the pack is about go for a war in less than a month time’. She thought. Seeing  his mother’s  wordless state, Derek was perturbed. Although he had expected the reaction he was seeing now, he wasn’t prepared for it. She had been silent for almost five minutes, still staring at him like he had grown horns. He fidgeted under her gaze, and this caused him to wonder what will happen if his father heard about it. It gave him the chills thinking of his reaction. Putting his hands into the denim black jeans that wrapped over his legs like a second skin, he looked up from the ground where his eyes had fell to when he couldn’t withstand the unblinking gaze of his mother. His mother was still staring at him. He stared back, as if to will her to speak already. “Derek..” She called, runn

There was a tangible and deep pregnant silence in the air, which perfumed the whole room.  Arnold leaned heavily against the wine-washed wall, twirling the empty goblet around his fingers, as he thought and deliberated on his daughter’s statement. He had stood up abruptly when she had  reported her findings; findings that were quite difficult to believe.‘Peter’s son was mated to a human?’ He couldn’t believe it. It was very rare for a werewolf to be mated to a human in their part of the world, not to mention an Alpha. And for once he doubted his daughter’s findings. Maybe the human was his ride for now, that is, till he found his mate. He thought. He  remembered that he had also flirted around till he met his own mate.“Are you sure?” He finally asked, staring down at his daughter whom he had always been proud of, but couldn’t admit.“Yes Dad.. I had even…” She was