“What is the matter, Lent?” Kaden asked without preamble, getting on his feet. “What happened?” Liam looked on quizzically too, wondering what else had gone wrong this time around. “Storm’s friends have been kidnapped! Storm seems to believe that the people that had been behind the attack on Liam and his family, had also been behind this one. I don't know how she knows that, but seeing as she is not an ordinary human, I am sure she has her ways. They want her for their safe release. But she is on her way to the clan, with Jutul. They had met the house turned upside down.” Lent reported, rubbing his forehead tiredly with his thumb and index finger when he was done. Kaden couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How had the mercenaries known of Storm? They must have seen the bounty then. Quickly he strolled out of the room, stopping when he heard Lent trying to resist Liam from leaving the room. “You have to rest Liam. Stop moving about.” Lent had said; to which Liam had replied: “I

Storm cracked one eye open, wincing when a split of headache assailed the region surrounding her forehead. What happened? She thought, shutting her eyes calmly. How had she gotten to this position? She knew she was lying straight on a bed, a very soft bed, and the sheets smelt like jasmine. She allowed her hands to roam the bed, while prepping her head to dispel the ache troubling it. She found it funny that she was a healer, and yet her body didn’t seem to understand that. How can sickness live in a body that gives health? She sighed, remembering then that healing Liam had brought her to this situation. His wounds must be so grievous. She surmised, cracking her eye open again. This time around, she could do so without wincing in pain. The ache was gone. Inhaling deeply, she sat up straight on the bed, slowly of course, not wanting to upset another nerve ending. Her eyes took in her surrounding, admiring the few touches that she hadn’t noticed before when Kaden had brought her h

Storm paced wildly around her sitting room, her heart down her stomach as she contemplated how much longer she had to wait before Kaden and the others would return from the raid with Justin and Lucy. After she had opened the gate with its lock, Kaden had ordered Jutul to take her back home. She had been angry and bittered, but she was outnumbered too, and so she had followed Jutul, through another route so that they wouldn’t be caught in a crossfire. On their way home, she had heard the guns firing for the millionth time, and for each time, she jerked up on the car’s seat unable to help herself. Perhaps, it was nice that she had returned home. Yet, she didn’t like this edgy feeling. Hadn’t it been three hours already? She enthused, her eyes wandering to the clock. When would they be back? She fell back to the sofa, her feet beating a haphazard rhythm on the floor, her patience already worn thin. Ten minutes later, she was startled by a knock at the door. Storm jumped out of the s

When Storm awoke from the slumber with the dream that left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth, the first thing that she noticed was the eeriness in her room, like the beast that had troubled her dream was right in the same room with her. This caused her to shudder, and wish that she was sharing her room, her bed with someone-with Lucy, Justin, or even Kaden. She would take anyone at this point. She checked the time on her phone. It was seven am on the dot. Thank goodness. She muttered under her breath, pushing her groggy self out of the bed, determined to get rid of the feeling that had escaped the dreamland into reality with her. I must overcome this. She kept muttering, heading to the bathroom, to rinse her mouth. After she was done, she threw a bland gown over her night wear and then strolled out of her room. When she got to the sitting room, she took a deep breath; it was like the burden had gotten off her back. Was there something wrong with her room? She wondered, knowing that

He believed that she had heard enough? Storm huffed. Who was he to speak for her? When had she spoken that she had heard enough? The guy was always so uptight, a party pooper. Was it because he was the leader or what? She watched as Jiraq raised up his two hands as if in surrender, and kept shut. “I never said that I have heard enough.” She finally voiced her thoughts, not someone to keep a lid over her words. “And I don't know why you think that you have the power to make my choices for me..” Casper whistled, reclining deeper in his chair, his arms folded across his chest as if he was ready to watch an unfolding drama. Lent and Liam followed suit, although Liam was sporting a smirk on his lips. They found this funny. Storm didn’t find any of them funny. “I am not trying to, Storm. I just think it is too soon to bore you with old tales.” Kaden pointed out, meeting her unmasked glare. Storm shook her head, about to continue the tirade, when Kaden raised up his hand, indica