2 Weeks Later:Freya and Lucille heaved in and out heavily, sweat dripping from every angle, from every plane of their bodies, as they tried to keep a firm grip on the magic ball they had each created to hold an elephantine metal intact, and suspended in the air. Before them was Margo who was relaxing on a wooden chair, watching them intensely, yet eating a grape fruit. An onlooker would think that the witch was terribly insensitive and abusing the girls, abusing the privilege given to her to train the girls—but there weren't much onlookers anyway. The trio were practicing outside the bungalow that Peter had given to the guests. It wasn't an obvious establishment to the other members of the pack, unless they turned aside from the Alpha's mansion, and walked to the backyard station. But even then, they wouldn't see it. The ancients, true to their word, had erected a safe guard first around the pack, and then an invisiblity one around the bungalow. Indeed, a person could be staring r
“How is everyone doing?” Nathan asked, breaking the comfortable silence in the room, and alerting those whispering to each other that the meeting had started in earnest. There were nods and echoes of ‘fine, thank you’ around the group, their attention all hooked to Nathan who was sitting with Sheila, on a two seater sofa. There were more sofas like that, a few lone ones, and two long ones. Melvina had gone shopping. “Okay, that’s great. It’s been two weeks since our last meeting, and I would like to know how far each one of us has gone, either with the training, or the assignments that have been given to you.” Nathan stated, leaning ahead, his elbow resting on his thigh, supporting his clasped hands.“We need to know if we have made any significant progress, and if there are adjustments that need to be made, or more assignments to be given.” Kane nodded in agreement, looking at Alpha Peter to break the ground first. “From my son’s reports yesterday, our warriors have done marvelou
The desperate look of help on Brandon’s face as he fell to the ground caused terror to fall upon Peter and his mate especially, seeing that they knew Brandon from when the latter had been young. Brandon was rarely terrified by an issue. “What is the matter?” Derek asked when he noticed that his father wasn’t forthcoming with the question, obviously overtaken by surprise, and then fear. “What do you mean by they are back, Brandon? Who are they?” Brandon lifted up his face, anguish spread thickly over his handsome features. “The shadow warriors. But this time, they aren’t just here to capture or make a statement. They are killing!” It was then that Peter opened the Alpha’s all-knowing mindpath, which he rarely does because of the energy it consumes. He balked visibly, when he heard the cries of his people, their lament and plea for help. He could hear the thrumming of energy from the shadow warriors, hear the slashing of a neck. Peter didn’t know when a tear slipped from his eyes,
Complete chaos. Everywhere Freya looked at, was in complete chaos. The only place that wasn’t in chaos was the Alpha’s residence, and the bungalow where her family had been staying all this while. How had all these been happening, how had the painful shouts and the heart searing cries been happening and they hadn’t been aware? It was then that she understood that her father must have cloaked the living room where their meetings had been held with magic, with a safeguard akin to a sound proof, such that sound couldn’t leave the room, such that sound couldn’t enter too. And as wonderful as the advantages were, this was the exact disadvantage. Ignorance to chaos. Oblivion.People were running helter skelter, shouting as they run—their wolf strength and powers rendered obsolete in the face of the onslaught spearheaded by shadow warriors.Mothers were weeping for their children. Fathers were trying to fight the shadow warriors bravely—standing in the gap for their family—and dying whil
Margo has never been one to use a cuss word. Trained to be prim and proper, she has never said a cuss word. But seeing Freya heading toward the shadow warriors who were more than eager to meet this beauty who wasn’t afraid of them, hearing what Freya had said, she said ‘Fuck!’ She cursed right before she hurried after Freya, right before she threw a bout of lightning to the shadow warriors to slow them down. A few of the warriors fell, but they rose up again, unscathed, and joined their comrades who were steadily covering the distance between them and Freya. It didn’t do much, but Margo was already with Freya.She held the redhead by the shoulder, and turned the latter to herself. “Fuck!!!” This was muttered this time around with a striking vehemence, accentuated by the speed with which she staggered away from Freya. What the hell! Margo mentally screamed, perusing the girl that was one of the chosen ones.The latter’s eyes were dancing flames. Smoke puffed from her nostrils and
Too quiet. That was Lucille’s first thought when she got to the borders of the Fauger’s pack, when she hurried with her group members past the safeguards, into the pack that had stood with the Blue Moon’s pack in their crises. Too quiet. She thought as they stood in the center of the pack, as they took notice of the empty streets, and the shut up houses. The people were inside. Lucille exchanged wary glances with the people with her—Derek, Sheila, Claire, Aiden, Dobah and the two messengers that had come to make the report to the pack. When these messengers suddenly cut away from them, suddenly ran to the other side of the pack as if they were being chased by demons, Lucille knew they had been betrayed by the Fauger’s pack, knew they had walked straight into a trap. However, she held back from sending a distress call, choosing to use this moment to build her strength, rather than run at the first sign of trouble. After all, her sister and her mate could be busy. At least she had Do
"Bloodugering Hell!" Emma screamed, moving back ten steps away from the dusty cupboard she had tried to clean, while staring apprehensively at the lone cockroach that had made its way out of the cupboard in response to her simulative clean up process. The cockroach negligent of her scaredy face, scurried back into the dusty cupboard, leaving no trace behind. Skimming her slender fingers through her deep red hair, while staring at the little opening where the cockroach had passed through, Emma heaved a sign of relief. She tossed the now dusty brown rag on the floor which she had used earlier to clean out the kitchen table that stood near the morphy sink, and trudged tiredly to the window which stood at the far end of the kitchen, overlooking the thick dark forest. Emma watched keenly from the slightly broken window, at a rab
Sharp knocks, in quick succession, bustling against the wooden front door woke Emma up. And for a tiny second, she thought she was still in Florida getting cozy on her queen size bed, until her eyes caught two cockroaches playing around on the floor and her back protested in pain at her for lying it against the kitchen table. She winced, and rubbed her head dejectedly, noting that she had fallen asleep,while thinking about her life, and how she would go about the arrangements that would make sure she gets to the county's university next week. The thoughts now rushing back like a river overflowing its bank still assailed her. Now thinking on it again, Emma knew that she had to get a work or something that she could do to support herself financially. But for the life of her, She couldn't think of any work sh