Eva looked up smiling, her hands spread out in the air as she saw Freya step into the big dining hall with the rest of the ancients. They were done feeding. Freya cooed in the air, before stepping around the table, aware that the rest had stopped eating, to stare at them. Freya lifted Eva in her hands, and took the little girl’s seat, keeping the little Eva on her lap. She turned aside to Maya who smiled back, wanting to ask her how the feeding went, but furrowed when she didn’t know how to ask that question, how to ask how a feeding went, how they caught the humans and fed on them. Derek, seeing the grimace, winced. He had the feeling too. As a matter of fact, he felt bad for the humans used as preys, even though Agrip had explained it to them when they had started eating that the humans would enjoy the experience, might be the best thing they would experience in their life. The feeding gives them a highness that is greater than cocaine or any of the drugs. And that if left, they w

“So, in other words, there is no way to know which of them is the prophecy, till tomorrow then, right?” Shane inquired, folding his arms across his chest, his mind also going out to Emma who would be alone on her eighteenth birthday. He could swear that her family, the one at Florida, won't understand what was going on with her. He wondered what she would be doing now. Was she at home yet? Did she miss Derek? He glanced at his alpha, and sighed. Dude looked so lost.“Most likely. But I can say that it is Emma. The way she tackled and killed Casper, the wizard that Leonarya had sent after us, was bizarre and magnificent at the same time. It was like she was a combination of sorts, forces moving in perfect sync. I have never seen anything like that.” Julius answered, his mind obviously reliving the event. “Who is Casper?” Sheila asked, not entirely pleased that her daughter had made her first kill, but being that it was to protect herself, she relaxed a bit. “Well, after Derek had ex

Derek gritted his teeth, hearing Aiden talk.Dude had touched Emma? That would explain why his mate had been extra horny that night, why her moans had been frantic when he had touched her. Although she had managed to fade off Aiden’s touch miraculously, the touch had still remained, and that had been why she had pounced on him when he came inside the room. Well, it was better he was the one. He couldn’t imagine it being with Anthony or someone else. He didn’t regret it either. He only regretted not thinking of protection. He didn’t think that Emma was ready to mother a baby. Girl was still trying to get used to the fact that she was in the middle of a supernatural fight she only heard of or had seen in movies. Wheew! No way would she want a baby now. “I’m sorry Derek. I'm not sure you understand why I did what I did, but I am still sorry.” Aiden apologized, his eyes roaming to Freya who was staring at him like he had grown two heads. She was trying to fathom why he hadn’t told her

Nathan? Who could that be? Lucille wondered, as she took in the faces of everyone on the table. Everyone, apart from the ancients and Sheila, looked more confused than surprised, and that included Freya. Freya’s confusion shocked Lucille. She would have thought that Freya would know whoever Nathan was. “Who is Nathan?” Freya asked, echoing Lucille’s thoughts. Sheila gulped down nothing, her mind taking a most necessary trip down the memory lane. Nathan was the man she had met at the treaty party, the man that had seemed so fixated on her, the man that had her drugged with emotions, that had her heart stirring more than Peter would have ever done. Nathan was the man that she had slept with. The father of her triplets. How had his necklace gotten here? Did Emma meet him perhaps? She stood up, without knowing, fanning herself. “Mom, who is Nathan?” Lucille re-asked, already feeling that the answer to this particular question might turn over the research they have gotten so far. “

“How old are you, Curtis?” Dobah asked, quite intrigued at the confidence of the young man. Not every son would be bold enough to go against his father, and yes it was different for the daughters. He knew his thinking was old fashioned, but that was the truth. “I am eighteen. Birthday party was a week before Derek's.” Curtis answered, curious as to why the man was interested in him now. “Did anything happen at the party? From what I can decipher, you seem besotted with your father. I can see that by the level of shock that clouds your face when a misdoing of his is mentioned. Your sister doesn’t have that. She has long accepted whose side she would be on.” “Well, I guess the party was where it all changed. As you said earlier, I love my father. Which son wouldn’t? Even though I was uncomfortable with the way he treated Maya sometimes, I still loved him. Then at the party, I noticed that my mother didn’t come for the main party, she stayed back in the room. Actually, she has been re