She staggered back. This had to be one big joke.. Arthur rose his eyes to meet his mother. She stood, fixed to a spot, vibrating with anger. She had a horrific look in her eyes, as though she was going to kill somebody. Perhaps, she was. He made a move to hold her, but her furious glare warned him against it. She turned away, without a word and stomped out of the room.'I should have just kept my mouth shut' Arthur thought to himself, as Madeline slammed his own door at his face. Madeline couldn't believe her ears. Fourteen years, fourteen good years was how long it took her to raise Lancelot and groom him for this particular day. And after all these years, he still went ahead to make such a stupid mistake?! She walked briskly to Edward's study. She would go to her husband and Lancelot and demand an explanation for what he had done. There was surely no way that Lancelot would have been stupid enough to associate himself with a human female, and even if he did, he surely knew bet
Peter shrunk under the Queen's stare. From the look on her face and the tone of her voice, he could tell that she was not pleased. He stepped away from the door, allowing her entrance into the room. He closed the door behind her, bowing once more. "Your highness, I must apologise for the part I played in all of this. I should have adviced his grace against it. We should never have brought her here." Madeline looked down at him. As he stood with his head bowed in humility and submission,she could not find it in her to channel her anger towards him. Especially not after he had spoken so calmly and taken full responsibility for what Lancelot had done. But his apology was not enough. This issue had to be handled, and they had to do so carefully. But first, she had to know who the woman that had thrown her whole family into turmoil was and why she was here. Lancelot's bethroted, Eva Relish's father was a senior member of the council. If he found out that Lancelot had jumped on Albert
Roxanne's eyes parted slowly. She blinked twice when the full light of the room greeted her gaze. However, she was more stunned when she caught sight of sea blue eyes staring down at her. Confusion and a faint sense of panic seized her chest immediately. Who was this man? She sprang up immediately. As she tried to sit up, she felt a splitting headache, as though her head was being hit by a large wooden plank. She groaned in pain, her left hand rose up to her head, she rested it on her forehead. Roxanne took one swift look around the room. The bed she was lying on was two times smaller than hers. The room smelt of methylated spirit and antiseptics, a stark contrast to her normal deodorant and lavender scent. Her eyes looked away from the young man by her side and she followed the rays of sunlight that hit her face to the window beside her. While it was large, the draperies on it were a different colour. Roxanne's eyes widened. She wasn't in her room! Then, where was she? And who w
Lancelot walked briskly behind his mother. Madeline wasn't in her right frame of mind, and he knew it. With her current mood, Lancelot knew that she would rain hell and high water on Roxanne. He knew that she was going to make a scene. He needed to make sure she spoke to him before meeting Roxanne. Whatever venom Madeline had in her mouth to spit, he had to make sure she spat it to him first. Madeline would surely get to question Roxanne. But he had to make sure that she was in a clear state of mind before doing so. However, Madeline got to the room before him. Lancelot managed to appear behind her before any damage was done. His mother was an extremely dangerous woman when she was furious. And right now, Madeline was more than furious, she was enraged, mad with anger and disappointment. Right now, Madeline could say and pronounce anything on Roxanne, and her word would stand. Lancelot did not need that drama, not now. "Mother." He called out to her as he stood by the door. His
She rushed into the room where her son lay, slightly startling him. She continued to pace about. Madeline's words continued to echo in her head even after all she had tried to get rid of it. "If he is fighting for his life, perhaps he is nothing after all." She could not get it out of her head, no matter how hard she tried. "The nerve of that woman." She muttered, underneath her breath. Hermione continued to pace about, Albert rested his gaze on her. He wondered what it could have been that made his mother so nervous. She turned to him and frowned, her eyes danced all over his frame. He was seated, up straight, on his hospital bed. His shoulders and under his arms were wrapped with bandages, to prevent infections from entering into his wounds, at least until they healed. Looking at him, she did feel sorry for him. But she could not shake off the anger at the pit of her stomach."Where is your sister?" Hermione asked, Albert scoffed."You know how she is. She left to pick a call f
Twenty elders, from neighboring packs, and regions were seated in the throne room, awaiting Alpha Edward's presence. It was already noon and none of them had heard any word concerning the hunt. Not even the head of council, Garrett Relish, who was almost like a member of the family. So, they had gathered themselves and arranged an emergency meeting in the palace. Now, they were all present and seated comfortably, with Garrett at the head table. Finally, Edward walked into the throne room. He had just been told by a palace guard that his elders were waiting for him. He managed to get himself prepared as quickly as he could - both physically and mentally - he knew why they were here. When he walked in, the elders bowed to him in unison. "Your highness, we greet you Alpha." Edward looked around, he waved his hand in response to their greeting, with a nervous smile on his face. He settled into the royal seat, the seat of his father and all the fathers before him. Within him, he praye
t was on that note, that Lancelot stood straight, his head help up high to address the council. "Elders of this prestigious cabinet..." He started, just as his father had taught him. His opening sentence caused all of them to focus on him, all side chattering seized immediately. Lancelot sighed within him, at least he would be able to hear himself speak. "I must say that I understand your concerns, I know your fears and I deserve your anger. The hunt came to an abrupt halt, because I had to rescue the woman from my cousin, Albert. He was going to kill her." Lancelot spoke up, in the best understanding way that he could. Obviously, it was not enough. Immediately he was done, the murmurs started again. "That doesn't matter! She did herself wrong by trespassing, she deserved whatever was coming for her!" "Yes! Albert should have been allowed to tear her into pieces! How would a human stroll into our territory and live in good health to tell the story? It was never happened!" "And i
Roxanne still found it hard to recover from her heart break...could she really call it that? Heartbreak only occured after someone failed to do what it was that they were supposed to do, or just refused to do what was expected of them, therefore, hurting the other party. But, could she really say Lancelot's reaction had broken her heart? Did she expect anything from him? Was he obliged to give her anything? Roxanne did not understand why so many questions continued to run through her mind. The splitting headache she still felt did not help matters either. Peter moved closer to her, examining her delicate facial features for any sign of stress. Despite the many hours she had slept, there were bags under her eyes, and she looked visibly pale. "You need to have breakfast." He noted. Roxanne looked at him, a sad smile on her face. "And you need to shower too." "I can't do that here." She replied, forcing a witty smile on her face. Peter noticed, he wanted to tell her that she did n