Tempest watched with wide eyes as Kyran-she still remembered the child who had a weird crush on her when he was but a child- escorted her mother into the dungeons. She quickly intensified the cloak she had put on around her and Ketura. They had come here to rescue Margo, but it turned out that they had been divinely led here, for this moment. If they had come a minute later or before, they wouldn’t have known that the Queen was in captivity. But how? How had her mother become present here? What about the community? What about her children? Tempest felt her heart rate spike, a deadly action in the midst of witches and wizards. “Tempest, be calm. You will give us away at this rate. At this rate, we might not be able to rescue Margo or your mother. We won’t be able to find out either what is going on back at the community, what is going on with your children. At this rate, Leonarya would find out that you are still alive. At this rate, our efforts all these months will be in vain.”
Ketura let out a sigh of relief at a mission accomplished when she and Tempest, who was still in her copied state, dropped Margo and Zipfarah on the longest couch in their sitting room. “I will be heading back to the containing room. Or rather to my place in the other side of the forest. You can come over to communicate with me whatever information you have. I still don’t think it’s a right idea that any of them know of me yet.” Ketura nodded, understanding what Tempest was talking about. They couldn’t afford a hole in their plans now, holes they couldn’t predict how it would come about, and so they would altogether eliminate anything that might look like something to trigger a hole. “We can leave them here. I’ve already activated the safeguards. We can talk in the adjourning room. I think that they would be out for more than an hour.” Tempest gave a slight nod, and headed to the particular room in question. “So, we have achieved the first phase of the plan. What do we do next?
Emma Makonel. Why not Emma Drackson? When was the name changed? Or was it her real name? Emma cocked her head to the side, unconsciously ruminating on this matter and the other details of the dream. However this one stood out. A change in her name. “Emma, what are you thinking about?” The question drew Emma out of her thoughts into the present, into the real world where she was having dinner with her family. She noticed the three were looking at her with a querying look, and shrugged her shoulders, indicating nothing. She wondered what her family would do if they found out what she had seen this last month in the place where they had sent her to school, and bit back a chuckle, imagining her father’s incredulous face. Emma Makonel. She would use the google after dinner, after the family meeting that her father had claimed they had to have after this dinner. Her mother looked like she wanted to inquire more, but then stopped short as if held back by an invisible force, and retur
It took about ten minutes for Emma’s father to gather his thoughts and speak again. Emma couldn’t help the feeling that whatever he said would change her life forever, would shake her orbit more than her orbit already has. She kept her resolve to stay and listen as steel, no matter how hard whatever her father had to say would hit her.“The woman’s name is Tempest. She had been an ex-girlfriend. My first love actually.” The fact that her father could speak of another woman so lovingly in front of his wife was quite disturbing, but seeing the resigned look on her mother’s face, Emma knew that the latter had accepted her place in the man’s life. Tempest. The woman who still had the larger portion of her father’s heart. Tempest. The name sounded familiar for some reason. Where had she heard it from? Emma tried to remember, but nothing was coming up, or rather her mind chose not to stress itself. It was rather full, and then concentrated on whatever her father was saying. “She di
“Was I the only child of my mother?” Emma asked, letting her hands slip into the crack between her thighs, her heart thumping more than usual. She found it surprising that she so wanted Freya to be her sister. Her twin.“Tempest didn’t say. But if I should take a guess, I would say no. The nurse we had hired to take care of her, mentioned that she must have given birth to more than one child at that time.”Emma sighed in relief.Hearing her mother’s answer solidified the already staying motion that Freya was her twin. But she had left her sister back at the pack. Emma scratched her hands, a bit unnerved and frustrated, balancing when she remembered that Freya wasn’t alone. No, her sister was with the species that was stronger than the werewolves. Emma paused here, coming to a startling realization. If Freya was her sister, and Sheila was her mother, then it would mean that she was part of the pack, that she could be a werewolf. Had that been the reason why Tempest had instructed
Emma looked at her watch for the second time since they started the journey to the area where Jason had made sure that her mother had been taken care of. They have been enroute for more than twenty minutes now. She let out a soft sigh and relaxed deeply in the car seat. Her parents were both occupying the front seats. She thought of Amelia then. When they had stood up from the conversation all done and dusted, she hadn’t felt the presence of her sister anymore. She hadn’t known when she had lost the touch, the contact, but all of a sudden, she hadn’t felt the presence. Emma had thought to check in on Amelia in the latter’s room, but had then thought better of it. it was best to leave without informing the latter. If not, the latter would want the whole story, and if she got it, would want to follow to the ends of the earth. Emma sighed again. At least she had one faithful person in her life. She picked up the phone, and looked. There was no reply from Annabel yet. Immediately she
It was really a cabin. A cabin all alone in the woods. If Emma hadn’t known of their species, she would have been angry with her father for keeping Sheila in a place devoid of human interaction, in a place devoid of life. She wondered how the nurses had coped with this sort of distance, way far away from town. Emma had checked the time when her father had come to halt in front of the cabin. And from her calculations, it had taken more than forty-five minutes to get here. She looked at her father’s car in envy, a car that could rival Ferrari in speed. A normal car would have taken no less than an hour and thirty minutes to get here. “I give her enough for transportation and other things. And she doesn’t come everyday though. You can see the distance. But she is trustworthy, and very reliable. We have known each other for quite a while, from back in school days.” Emma wondered if they had dated too. “Let’s go in. You know we have to return back tonight.” Emma knew that the ‘we’ did
Her mother was gone. Emma tried to calm herself down. When the nurse and her apprentice-as she would come to know in a few minutes-saw her, and then her parents, she had shot up to her feet, and had kept her head bowed. There was no happening, no bad scenario that Emma didn’t think had happened to her mother. “Sir, I’m sorry. But I don’t think I would have been able to stop it. This is my apprentice, Rose. On days when I am coasted at work, she comes here to take care of Sheila, and make sure that her treatment is going well. A few days ago was no different. I had been away from the state on a mission, and so she had been here to take care of Sheila. According to her, Sheila had woken at that time, one of the days. She had queried Rose on a lot of topics, of which Rose had tried to the best of her ability to answer; for I had given her the entire information you had passed me too, so that she wouldn’t lose sight of the goal. According to Rose, she had just stepped aside to tell me a