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
For a full minute Lucille didn’t move or show any indication that the finger of the enemy was against her, was pointing at her. She stood, a blank expression on her face, as Legardo’s finger wavered—her reaction hadn't been what the man had expected—and then fell to his side. She watched him shift on his feet, watched him blankly as he barked out a nervous laughter and said “this one is a strong fellow, Sheila. It makes me wonder how the Emma is, you know the one you stupidly exiled…” Derek had his attention now. But Lucille was perusing the man, surprised at herself that she could read the man’s powers, that she could tell it was mighty. Fayot had been right, this man was no ordinary werewolf—he must have involved himself in something dark and sinister. She cocked her head to the side, and checked the powers on his feet and hands, his powers were in a better ration there than the others. She wondered if he could run as fast as her father or lifemate. When she noticed that Legard
"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
Emma was appalled, and for a minute she couldn't move or say anything. The words which Derek had spoken hung heavily on her, it numbed her actually for a minute. Of all the things the stupid jerk could attribute to her; a mistress? And the way he looked at her, like she was some piece of trash. "Hey, are you dumb too??" He asked with a gibe, unfolding his hands from each other. Then removing an imaginary tint from his hair, he looked at her in disgust, from her hair which she knew was cripsy with dust, to her feet which were not faring better either in those tight white tennis shoe. He hissed after the eye travel, and put his hands into the front pockets of his denim jeans, still staring d
"Where's Derek?" Emma asked Clem. She had turned back to see Clem and the other two guys walk into the house after her, but not Derek. She refused to think on why she was searching him out. 'What's there, if not to trouble him the more'She thought, smiling to herself as she remembered the look on his face when she double tripped him. "He might be outside" Clem replied, staring at the ceilings of the living room. 'Outside?'Emma thought. She could feel herself boiling up again. She concluded that Derek was a real piece of work. "What's he doing outside?, can't you see we need more hands her