It's been a while lovelies. Let’s be done with this book now and forever. Lol. I apologize again for my absence. So, let's do a small recap. Just a little.Alright. Group of 7 who had walked into the hall comprises of; Freya, Aiden, Julian, Yodah, Kane, Dobah and Blenda. Then, there is Emma who is no longer in England, but in the United States now.That written down, let's continue the story properly. **Peter was surprised when he saw the group of seven walk into the hall. But he was slightly relieved when he saw the redhead with them. What was her name again? He thought, cocking his head to the side. Was it Freya? Yeah, that's what they had called her. At least one of Sheila’s daughters had been found. He stared at Sheila, his one time best friend before Melvins snatched her, as she gaped at the newcomers. She must be wondering what the girl was doing in the midst of vampires. Noting that now, he was curious about who Sheila had been mated with eighteen year

“Welcome again, everyone, to this meeting. I am sure that I am not the only one with questions. Well, we try to get as many answers as we can so that we can clear any misunderstanding between us.” Peter started, his eyes skimming from his mate, to his son, to Sheila and Lucille and finally to the group of seven which were just beside Lucille.They had preferred to sit together. To him, Sheila seemed to be okay with the vampires. Was it because her daughter had come with them? Indeed, he would have to be patient to find out why.“In that effect, each of our visitors, starting from Lucille, will explain their side of the story, so that we all can know the next step to take. Lucille dear, I am sure that you have done an introduction before, but for the sake of the new people, please do it again. I am sure they will appreciate it.” Peter said, eyes moving to Kane and Freya, who nodded at his statement. They were curious about Lucille’s history, for entirely different reasons though.Luc

Derek sighed. He looked at his parents for the third time. There was nothing. They were still in shock. His eyes slipped to Agrip who had been standing all this while beside Ava, his daughter. When had the man stand up from his seat?The man was muttering to himself whilst staring at the group of seven. He would have loved to mind-link the old man and ask him what he thought about the term ancients, but a lot of people were in the hall, and there was no way he could ask that, without it filtering into the thoughts of others. Since he had no private mind path with Agrip, it was almost impossible to send him a message directed specifically to him, in a crowd full of his pack members, unless with intense concentration. He hasn’t heard of anyone being able to do it though.Ancients.Perhaps he could draw the meaning from the mythology book on his history’s teacher’s desk. One time, the man had told him to get his class’s scripts on the table in his office. He had been done collecti

Hearing the reverential tone in Agrip’s voice, Derek swallowed, knowing that his mentor wouldn’t employ that tone unless the ancients were really worthy of the title. He needed to hear more.“Okay, Uncle. So, what else about them?” He asked, shifting in his seat. He saw Freya glare at him, and sniffed in sharply, turning away from her direction. He understood the girl’s distrust of him.Agrip sighed, then began to speak again.“The term “ancients” is a significant concept in history. In one of the history books, the ancients refer to a group of powerful and ancient beings who have lived for thousands of years. They possess exceptional supernatural abilities and are deeply connected to the earth and its elements. They are portrayed as the oldest and most powerful beings in existence. They are revered and feared by vampires, as well as by humans and other supernatural creatures. Their origins are shrouded in mystery, and they are believed to have been created by a higher power or divin

“I am not my father, Aunt Sheila.” Maya repeated, a tear dropping from her right eye. She had seen the instant look that had clouded Sheila's face when they had disengaged from the hug, a long haul from the happy look that had been on Sheila’s face when she had noticed her for the first time. And of course, she had put two and two together, that Sheila as sharp as ever had picked up the murmurings of the people. Well, she hadn’t been surprised. She had known that the pack had been skeptical about the return of her and her family. She had also known that the pack didn’t understand her uncle's affiliation with her family. And she hadn’t cared at first. Yes, she hadn’t cared to prove her loyalty to them. The only people she had cared about proving herself to was her immediate family, to Derek and to Eva, but not to the pack who was as fickle as anything fickle. But Aunt Sheila was different. After her mother and Melvina, the woman was the next mother figure. She had loved her s