00:00“Honestly, there are times I don’t trust him, but I do what I have to do because it’s my duty to him. This would be the first time I am disobeying him, disregarding his request. Probably because he was vague on why he wanted you before your shift, and why he didn’t want you to meet your mother.” “So, if he had explained down to the tiniest detail, you would have captured me for him?” Emma asked, teasing her sister who shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, Emma. All I know is that you mean a lot to me, more than the master. I don’t know what that speaks of my personality as a servant.” Emma laughed, happiness shining in her eyes, as she scooted closer to Amelia, making sure to keep the energy in her running around and brimming at the surface should her sister change her mind, and attack her. If there was anything that she had learnt in the past month, or rather few days, it was the people were very fickle, whether they were just humans or supernaturals. And right now, her si
‘I will follow you till the ends of the earth.’ Emma didn’t know how much she had needed her sister on this with her, until Amelia had said it. There was a brief silence during which she had just stared at her sister, during which she had ruminated on the statement that threatened to break the confines where her tears were kept. It threatened and then it won. “Emma…” She heard Amelia call softly, and knew that the tears were now cascading down her cheeks. She sniffed, and tried to shift from Amelia, but the latter was fast enough to get her back to her side, and hug her very tightly, so that Emma almost had difficulty breathing. “You didn’t think I would choose anyone over you now, did you? You are my only family, Emma. Always will be.” Emma wanted to tell Amelia to stop talking, to stop punching holes in her emotional armor, but she remained quiet and let the armor get broken, the armor that had strengthened in steel when Derek had betrayed him, the armor that had strengthened
A Greek god. That was the first thing that Freya could think of when she saw her mother crying in the arms of the man who she knew was her father, when she saw her sister, Lucille, a mere feet away from them, waiting to be included. Her father was a Greek god. She ignored Aiden’s gruff of jealousy in her mind, and admired the man that was her father. He was tall, very tall. Standing at more than about 6'3". His body was strong and athletic, like he could easily run fast or lift heavy things. His skin was a warm, golden tan, as if he spends a lot of time in the sun, as if he wasn’t as they that spent the daytime underground.His face was perfectly shaped, with high cheekbones and a strong, square jawline. He had thick, dark eyebrows that give him a look of determination, and his nose was straight and perfectly proportioned.His hair was long, dark and wavy, falling past his shoulders, like a prince in a fairytale. From his gait, Freya could tell that when her father moves, it's wit
Amelia has remained as a statue since Prescott successfully created a mind path with her, and had transferred all the information that Emma had tasked him to communicate to her, including the betrayal of Derek, and her exile from the pack. She still didn’t move when Prescott, through the mind path he had branched out for the three of them, asked her: ‘Are you okay?’ Emma soughed rather, understanding that her sister was still wrecked by shock and unbelief. They should give her some time. She proposed to Prescott, and then stood up with him in her arms and strolled to the sofa she had decamped from earlier when Prescott had teleported into the room. “You know, you never told me why you were late coming here. Was Casper’s burial in the community approved?” Prescott nodded. “It was approved. Although, some elders hadn’t been in support of it. But what to do? The Queen had the final say. I had remained at the grave site since then, to see if some would be stupid enough to disobey th
“So I can hold you both by your words that Prescott can protect my daughter for tonight, till when we get to her tomorrow?” Nathan Makonel asked Julius and Aiden, believing that their words would mean more to him, seeing that they were of his kind, and had better measurements for the power of the squirrel whose descriptions seemed familiar for some reason. After his reconciliation with his family, who were seated right beside him, Nathan had listened again as the people surrounding the large table in the room had told their stories regarding what had happened over the period when his daughter, Emma, had made an appearance in the pack. It was like her coming had kickstarted events that had already been pre ordered by fate, seeing the mates of the twins, Aiden and Julius, and of course his very good friend, Kane. Even though he pretended to be racked with unbelief and annoyance at the god’s matching his friend with his daughter, he knew there was no other person that he would have wa
Emma and Amelia’s attention drifted to the area that Prescott pointed to, their eyes widening when they saw a sheet of paper that seemed to have been folded and stashed within a crack in the wooden walls. It was almost non-existent that Emma wondered how Prescott had seen it, had noticed it and had called it out. She had cleaned the cabin after all, from top to bottom, and she hadn’t seen the crack. “What do you think it is?” She heard Amelia ask, and shrugged her shoulders. No other way to find out than to actually check it out. She stood up from the sofa and walked to the wooden wall with little cracks on it.Heaving in a deep breath, she pulled the paper by the tail, hoping that it actually meant something and not some second-thought attempt to close a crack in the wall. But even as she rolled the paper out of its rumpled statement, she knew that it meant something. Could her mother have left her a message?Beside her was Amelia who still had Prescott in her arms. ‘If you see th
Silence descended in the hall as Sheila's question hung in the air. The people surrounding the table, which had moments ago been caught up in Nathan’s mild accusation against Jan, now turned their attention to the subject of Eva.During the reunion of Nathan, and his family, Shane had been the first to notice Yodah carrying an unconscious Eva in his arms. His gasp of alarm had attracted the others, and cut short the reunion, at least until Yodah had vaguely told what had happened, and until they had confined her to bed rest, this time borne out of magic.It was clear to everyone present that something was terribly wrong with the little girl.Yodah broke the silence first. "Eva was not herself," He began, his voice steady but filled with concern. "Yes, she had attacked first, just like she had attacked Esther, but it was not her doing. As I mentioned earlier, Eva is currently possessed. I’m not sure by what, but Prescott had been the one to actually knock her unconscious before disa
Emma found the white chalk underneath the sofa that she and Amelia had been sitting on earlier, and she wondered if it was a coincidence-If her mother had calculated that she would sit on this chair. Emma sighed for her lame assumptions, and brought the white chalk to Prescott who was still on the floor, by the paper, muttering words that Emma couldn’t understand. “Here.” Prescott looked up then, and not stopping his incantations, collected the chalk from Emma and drew a circle on the bare wooden floor, with a question mark in the middle. Then, he dropped the paper inside the circle. His chanting became louder after that. Emma took a step back, and knocked shoulders with Amelia who was watching Prescott with fascination. “I really should have followed you to England…” Amelia muttered, with a pout. Emma laughed, though subdued, so as not to disturb Prescott. “You can still come. After all, your roommate is back there.” Amelia shrugged her shoulders. “You know when I had seen