“Emrys, we are fine,” I promised. “We’re just researching some stuff,”
There… No lie.
“Researching what?” He gritted out and I could already picture my frowning mate, his hand running through his inky black curls, and gripping the phone so tight everyone was surprised it wasn’t breaking. “Or do I even want to know?”
“Can we have a third option?” Ostana piped up, craziness glittering in her golden eyes as she looked towards the car dash screen that showed Emrys number, call time, and much more.
“Ostana!” Laker’s voice now sounded. “Oh thank go
Emrys’ POVHow does one describe such pain as the pain I saw twisted into the beautiful features of my mate, her porcelain skin drawn together in confusion, deep ocean eyes darkened with a million of questions that I’m not too sure I could answer, and through our mate bond, I could feel everything go silent.I could feel my Luna’s emotions detach themselves from the bond only to wilt together into some deep part of her, thoughts running rapid, and the way she opened her pouty, perfect lips just to shut them again in disbelief made me want to pass away.“Lessie-” I started, trying to find the words that I wished would come to me so I may comfort her, but I feel short.
“Blood Moon Ball?”He hummed in response and continued to work on his paper, acting as if his words hadn’t just struck some chord within me, and Laker raised an eyebrow as he looked up from his conversation with one of the guards.
Mr.Serafino Aconite watched as Emrys led his meeting with ease, his hands clasped behind his tall standing and black fighting leather covered back while all of his pack mates listened to the Alpha Knight as if his word was the holy gospel; to most, it was -if not more- equally important to the holy gospel to almost every single person in that meeting hall.“He has grown quite… Well. If that’s the correct word, I’m not for sure, but he seems much more adult than last time,” Aconite noted, his eyes following Emrys as we stood atop one of the passing bridges inside the palace, peering down towards the room.I nodded and moved my hands to rest upon my baby bump. “Ever since his f
“Magick can be, just like everything else in this world, good, evil, or neutral. It depends on your soul and intentions, rather than the actual magick itself; for example, take levitation telekinesis… One could lift a glass of cold water using their mind and give it to the deprived or dump that water upon someone's head - it’s all in the matter of the person's intentions,”“But what if they don’t know or understand their intentions?”“If the intentions are not known or understood, that welcomes anxiety within oneself which can lead to unexpected outbursts of power; it’s a dangerous gamble.”“How does one figure out their intentions?” I asked as I
“How is your wound Thomas?” I asked as Thomas entered into Emrys’ office, his blue doe eyes larger than usual, a rosy blush kissing over the bridge of his nose and dripping onto his lightly freckled cheeks which gave him the facade of being a little boy, and I chuckled as his head popped up.“Oh,” He chuckled nervously and rose his hand up to nervously itch the back of his neck, his chocolate brown hair a little messy. “I, um, didn’t realized you’d be here already Luna,”“Am I not supposed to be early?” I teased and put the book about northern climate environments that I happened to be browsing back in Emrys’ personal bookshelf and nodded for Thomas to sit.
Emrys and Laker couldn’t help but keep glancing towards me as we made our way through the a few of the old spy tunnels, besides the mint blue streak of lighting which projected itself outward from the flashlight a few of us held, darkness seized us from every direction; Emrys held a flashlight in one hand and my hand in the other.His warmth did much to comfort me and Cassandra as we craved Emrys and Atticus more and more as the pregnancy progressed, it was as if our baby could recognize their father nearby and something inside me could already tell this baby was going to not only own my mates heart but his soul.Arrow and Thomas walked silently behind us, Arrow with his own flashlight and every so often he would ramble off about some history of the tunnel reminding me of Chelsa. Th
Her gown was trumpet cut and looked to be made up of an ivory silk and tulle, gold lacing paired with crystal beading cupped her breasts like a relaxed armour while white peacock feathers finishing out the skirt which dragged behind her, and her ringlets of moonlight blonde curls skimmed the top of where her back ended. Her sleeves were nonexistent except for the gold chain that rested right over the tops of her collarbones.Next to the iridescent lady walked a man, tall enough to be over six foot, and his skin of almond and his hair of combed back honey brown that was kissed with streaks of blond, and his clothing looked almost like Emrys’ fighting leathers just… Older.Instead of the sleek and skin tightness of today’s standards, the black leather was more loose fitting and
My surroundings faded back out and into the reality I had left, my friends and mate unchanged as if no time had passed from my spontaneous time travel blurb, and Emrys chuckled before looking over at me.“You alright Love? You’ve been a bit quiet,”When I didn’t respond, Emrys’ smile dropped and he took a step forward; Arrow and Thomas stepped into the room which we had entered from, murmuring something about double checking surrounds, and Laker was too busy with a nose dug into his journal. Laker insisted, with Ostana pushing the idea, to keep track of everything we see.Emrys reached up and rested a comforting hand on my cheek, his thumb beginning to rub small and delicate circles upon my chee