Emma took a breath. At this late date, she wasn't going to resort to violence over sexual harassment no matter how much of an ass the man was. She could ignore Miles until they went their separate ways. He was the least of her problems now."I thought he was supposed to be so experienced," Emma mentioned to Annabel a few minutes later, her voice equally as soft. "They claim to be mining engineers who've traveled to the Andes countless times, but I'm betting they flew over the peaks and called that going into the rain forest. They probably don't have anything at all to do with mining."Annabel gave a quick nod of agreement, warmth lighting her eyes all the same. "If they think this is bad, wait until we get into the jungle. They'll be falling out of their hammocks and forgetting to check each morning for venomous bugs crawling into their boots."Emma couldn't help but smile at the thought. The three engineers were supposedly from a private company seeking prospective mines in the miner

Annabel nodded and swallowed the pills, chasing them with water. "Don't trust anyone, Emma. Any one of these people can be our enemy. We must go our own way as soon as possible."Emma bit her lip, refraining from saying anything at all. She needed time to think. She was seventeen years old, to be eighteen by tomorrow, but she had never felt terrified as she was now. First, it was the county where she had found out that paranormals like werewolves and witches were real, and now this. She had no idea what to think again. Even though she thought that Annabel was so delirious to the extent of referring to her as her daughter, she couldn’t help the feeling that there might be a hint of truth in what the latter had said. Her instincts were never wrong. But it scared her the most. Evil in the mountains?? What mountain and what is the evil?She wished she could turn back time. She wouldn’t have offended her father to warrant him throwing her far off to England for her studies. That way, she

“I knew we were definitely entering the world of the rain forest, the lush jungle of mystery that only deepened and became more dangerous with each passing second. The river narrowed, and the air grew still with the dark pungent scents of the deep rain forest. I had recognized the signs. Soon, the river would be impossible to navigate. I had said to my partner then. They would be forced to abandon the boats and tramp through the forest on foot. Unlike many places in the rain forest where it was easy to walk because very little could live on the forest floor without too much light, this area was dense. I'd traveled extensively, but the smells and the stillness of this place was a thing I’d found nowhere else on earth. Unlike any of her previous visits, this time I felt a little claustrophobic.” Annabel was saying, recounting one of her trips to Emma. Been nodded along. He had been there too. The first they had met. He said."Yes, I swear the jungle was alive that day." Ben said, chuckli

“The words were foreign. Jumbled together, almost like a chant, but definitely words. I had excelled in studying ancient and dead languages as well as modern ones, but I hadn’t even recognized the rhythm of the words” Annabel muttered, letting out a deep breath. It was obvious that she was tired. Emma was too. She couldn’t wait for the plane to come to rest. She needed to see Amelia. She wondered what style of hair her sister would be carrying now. It’s been ages.Ben staggered up to the other side of Annabel's chair, pressing his hands to his ears. "Something's wrong," he hissed. "This is about her. Something evil wanted her dead."Jubal and Gary nodded their agreement. Emma shrugged. Nothing to do about all that. It’s all in the past. Annabel was still alive, and it was all that mattered. “It’s all in the past though.” Annabel said as if reading Emma’s mind. “We must look to the future.” She added, looking out the window.The huge birds which had been following them were nowhere

Derek shot up from his chair and began to stroll frantically, his heart breaking as he repeated Lucille’s statement in his mind.Emma was a werewolf. How hadn’t he seen that? Why hadn’t she had a scent? He wasn’t the only one with those thoughts though. Almost everyone in the pack had seen Emma, and they didn’t need any other person to tell them that Emma was one of Sheila’s daughters. That one was a spitting image of Sheila. They couldn’t believe either that they had treated the daughter of their best warrior that way.Sheila wasn’t dumb about what was happening. Her ears had flicked up on some of the discussions that were going on between the pack members, especially the pack warriors. Who was Emma? Who was Freya, the vampire? According to them, the duo had red hair, but with different shades of eye color. She felt her head spin but she held it together, not believing that her two daughters had crossed their pack, not only that, had actually stayed here till two days ago, durin