There was a minute of silence after Emma’s question, during which Amelia tightened her hold on the blanket that was around her body, and then took a seat on the sofa. She had been standing all this while. Emma thought of giving her a trouser and sweater and socks from her collection since they were mostly the same size, but she didn’t follow through with the thoughts. Her sister was a jaguar, which means that the latter could regulate her body temperature. She only needs clothes to cover her nakedness. The blanket was doing justice to that. “You aren’t going to answer the question?” Emma poses, tired of her sister’s silence. “That's because I think you already know the answer to that, Emma. If you already have dug into the powers that have been stored in you before your eighteen birthday, then it means that something had triggered it, before its time. It means that you had probably fought against something. Something must have tried to hurt you, and so it jumped out.”Emma said no

“Torturing a woman is for the greater good? Amelia, are you being serious? Who are you exactly?” Emma questioned, folding her arms across her chest, whilst contemplating on the truth that might or might not be in the news that Amelia’s master had shared to the latter. Amelia sighed. “I am still me, Emma. I am still working to protect you. Stop fussing like you always do. This is not the time for that. And I doubt that the master would kill the matron. He just needs information.” “And what if the matron is strong enough to resist the torture, what if she holds back on speaking? Will he let her go?” There was a tense silence. Amelia said nothing. Emma knew that the matron would be killed. It shook her heart, the fact that people might die to keep her secret. But wasn’t the matron a human? Why not just give the man the information he wanted? Why fight for what isn’t entirely related to her? Emma wished the matron would speak. “Well, that’s by the way. You can keep hanging onto you

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

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

“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