Kane gritted his teeth as he watched another bout of guards approach him. He had been holding back on his inner strength when fighting off the former set, but the hotel management seemed to have a lot of staff to spare for duels. He had the capability to be done with them in a second, but that would be risking the job of Aiden and the identity of his kind. Not that they would even guess it correctly. They would just think that they were vampires. But even then, he didn’t want to risk an unbalance in the world system. So, instead, he retreated, raising up his two hands in surrender, taking steps backward as the security man, both those whom he had earlier beaten which were on the floor, and the newly called.“Don’t come any further.” he said in a faux tired voice. “I give up. I will be going now. I am sorry for causing any inconveniences. Please don’t call the police too. I was just drunk and frustrated that my wife had left me today, and had decided to stay in this hotel with her fr
Kane gritted his teeth for the umpteenth time that night, as he tried for the hundredth time to break through the shield, but all to no avail. He thought of going through the window but he thought better of it. If the lady had locked up this part of the room, then the window would be under the same fate. He sighed, thumping his hand on the door consistently, not knowing what tactic to employ again. His senses were rather clouded by his lifemate’s scent and heartbeat which were quite overwhelming. He knew for sure that she was the one, but how would he get to her? She was with a witch!How had they gotten together? He thought, resting his back on the door. Then with a startling realization, he jerked away from the door. Tsk! How had he forgotten? Freya was a high class mage too! She must be stronger than this witch, for the latter had been practicing and had been confirmed by many as a very powerful mage from a powerful lineage. Even though, her identity and lineage was being questi
“Wow…” It was Dobah who spoke first, out of the five. His voice was tainted with surprise, then disbelief, as he was still processing the volume of information he had just heard. If the details of his brother's story were right, of which he knew they were, then it was possible that the woman might be the mother of Freya, precisely the mother of triplets. They needed to get her.“We need to get to them before they move again. Most likely, the woman might be Lucille’s mother, most likely your mother too.” Dobah mentioned, giving voice to his thoughts, as he looked at Freya who was still lost in thoughts.“Freya…” Yodah called to Freya, tapping her on the knee. “You seem out of it which is still understandable but I think that whatever assumptions you are making now could wait till tomorrow when we see them. It's not advisable to get our hopes up. Probably, the woman could just be an ordinary traveler, or your mother. Coincidence still exists. The truth will show forth tomorrow. For now
“Grandma, are you okay?” Lily inquired, noticing the flash of sadness that had crossed Zipfarah’s face. Since her grandmother's strange illness and more stranger, but welcomed healing, she had noticed that the woman’s gentle and calm face was sometimes preyed by flashes of longing and sometimes sadness. What could she be thinking about? Lily wondered, whilst waiting for a reply which she knew would be anything but the truth.“Of course dear. I am fine. Just tired.” Zipfarha replied, putting on a faux smile, a no surprise to Lily who just nodded, before resting her head on Damon’s shoulder. “I miss Prescott though. You should have sent me with them.” She cited, sighing tiredly at the end. Leila scoffed, not believing that her twin was really serious about leaving her here alone with her two brothers to travel out of the vicinity with Emma. Why? Had they been that close? But they had only known each other for less than a week!“So, are we going to let them be alone? Are you sending one
A knock sounded on Derek’s door, and he turned over on his bed, his eyebrows furrowed as he gazed upon his door. Who could be knocking by this time? It was already midnight. Whosoever it was, was lucky that he hadn’t slept yet.“Who is that?” He asked, getting up the bed, preparing to move toward the door and open it up when his mother’s voice resounded through the door. What could his mother want by this time? He thought, unlocking the door. Was she here to console him, or talk about his father? Was everything alright with his old man? Did the seizures start again? Apprehension was already clouding his features when Melvina opened the door and beheld it.“What is the matter, Derek? Are you okay? Is the beast disturbing you?” Melvina questioned citing her son’s expression, even as her eyes trailed down to the necklace which was still firmly hung around his neck. Sadly, as much as it reminded her of the beast which laid subdued in her son’s body, it also reminded her of Emma, the girl
Claire tossed restlessly on her bed, her mind consumed with a lot of thoughts, her wolf in the same turmoil with her. She kept on wondering if rejecting her mate and waiting for Derek to recognise her was worth it. Her wolf thought that she was foolish for doing so, for rejecting her mate and waiting on someone else, and she was beginning to think so too. But her mother.. “Quit worrying about your mother and think for yourself. What do you want? Is your life pledged to your mother? The moon goddess has given me to you to serve you, not become your mother’s play toy. What do you want? Try removing your mother out of the equation.” Her wolf cited, grovelling in uncomfortability. The latter had become so cranky since Emma had thrown her right across the pack hall without blinking, without mercy. Claire still wondered how Emma had managed to do it. It was clear that the latter wasn’t a plain human. Something was at play. She had also overheard what had been going on whenever her twi
Claire mused,bringing up her knees such that her jaw rested on them, whilst she thought on how to outbest Emma. The more she thought about it, the more she was aggrieved. Was there no way to get rid of the latter for good? She thought, exhaling hotly. Well, the best strategy in her mind now was to keep Derek from going to her. And what better way than to create a love potion. That was one fall of werewolves. Magic works on them, just as it could work on vampires, and that was why witches were hard to accept. Their magic could be disastrous. Well, this time she would use it in her favour. She had come across the love potion in one of the books that she had stolen from the pack’s archives, during the first time of the shadow warriors attack. In uncertainty, the readers had opened the archive, looking for answers on what the creature was, and that had been when she had snuck into there, clothed with her magic such that they couldn’t see her, something that she hadn't learnt from anyw
Curtis let out a deep breath as he climbed down from the high window which he had climbed earlier in order to see his mate, Claire, or rather instinctively watch her invisibility form move into her house. When he thought that he had seen enough bizarre things relating to Derek’s mate, his own turned out to have magic. Oh wow, what a twist. He thought, sliding down to the floor, the sleep totally gone from his eyes. He had been dozing off, when the scent had first wheeled past his nose. He had tried to ignore it thinking that perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him in his subconscious state, but the scent had stayed, and he had no choice but to get up and know what was really happening. When he opened his eyes and sat up on his bed, he had counted from one to twenty, and had counted his fingers, to be sure that he wasn’t still dreaming. The scent had stayed, and the time was just two a.m. What could she be doing outside at this moment. He had thought, getting out of the bed. He