Brrrrrrrrgghhh!!!The alarm clock sounded, waking Emma up. Raising up her head groggily, the sleep still performing  romantic spells on  her body system,  she stretched forth her left hand weakly and hit the tap button on the triangular alarm clock; a most loyal morning companion during her high school days.She had been surprised when she saw it in one of her bags while unpacking after having the beauty sleep she had told the guys about. Amelia must have put it in there. She had thought.The alarm clock stopped for a while, after being tapped by its sleep consumed owner. But then it went off again after some minutes; shaking in a most violent way, eager to do its duty of  banishing sleep away to the land of the unknown.Brrrrrrrrrrghhh!! It went off again, and again.Emma mused, and tapped it again, and again; annoyed that the machine had finally succeeded in taking the reins of sleep off her eyes. She threw off her bed

Emma ran to the bathroom with her white thick towel all wrapped around her, after her call with Clem. Muttering curses to herself, she switched on the shower and let it run for a while before stepping under it.‘How could I have forgotten what today was?’ she muttered to herself, as she layered shampoo on her hair. She really needed to do something about her love for sleep. Perhaps she would ask Melvina, she thought, then wondered why she thought of Melvina first when she needed help. For fudges sake, I just met her two days ago. She mused.As she shampooed and scrubbed herself softly but fast, she reminisced on how her life had changed rapidly in less than a week already. She was no longer under the care if her parents at seventeen, which was weird even for her. Amelia was 19, two years older her but was still pampered.‘Well I have to make the most of it.’ Emma muttered to herself. ‘I will have to make new friends too’. She

Derek was shut up in his thoughts as he ruminated on what had just happened.Did his little witch just speak with his beta over the phone? He couldn’t believe it. ‘When had they even exchanged contacts? They all had left her place that day together; or did her go back?’These questions assailed his mind so much that he could feel himself having a headache, even though it was nearly impossible. Their kind didn’t usually experience that.“He must have gone over to her place yesterday. That dork..” Maru said angrily.Derek reasoned that it was so too. He remembered now that he had asked Claire when she had visited him yesterday about her twin and she had replied that he had visited a friend.He had queried further to know the particular friend, with the aim of going there too as he didn’t want to spend a second with any girl that wasn’t her mate but she had replied that she didn’t know

Emma could literally see the thick tension in the air; a sharp knife could cut through it. From the expression on the boys’ faces, she could tell that the uncle in question wasn’t the Christmas gifts type; the boys didn’t like him.  She knew she needed to leave. This was some deep shit family matter, and from experience she knew they would be more uncomfortable that she was there. It was better she left, and gave them some privacy; she had a work to get to anyway. “Uhmm guys..” she said, trying to shuffle her neck away from Derek’s hand; it hurt already from his tight grip since Shane mentioned his uncle. But she had enjoyed the feel of it while it lasted; although she felt stupid for even allowing him to pull her closer after his jab at her. She didn’t understand why her emotions were so weak when it comes to him. “I need to get to work.” She said finally, also giving up on shuffling her neck away. He would just let me go himself. She thought, as she st

Derek would have found the large portrait of the family interesting and beautiful to look at, if it hadn’t been brought by his uncle. “Was it a peace offering?” He thought to himself. Well if it was, It was a sham. He concluded, removing his eyes from the portrait which was a fine piece of art with beautiful bright colors; it was painted. He turned to see his father and his uncle staring at him inquisitively. ‘Did they ask for anything?’ He thought, as he stared back at them, piquing up his eyebrows in the process; not minding that it seemed rude after zoning out on them. “Derek..” His father called. “Didn’t you get the question?” “What question?” He asked. “Don’t tell me you zoned out while we were discussing important matters!!” Peter bawled, his voice booming across the ends of the large room. He couldn’t fathom why his son was always this less concerned towards pack issues. ‘Is he not aware that he would be taking over in less than a month time?’