Storm didn’t recognize the presence of Avery right beside her. She didn’t even greet, or make an inclination that someone now sat beside her on the bench. She looked ahead, wishing for the first time to be anywhere but here, because of the presence of the woman whom she had seen frolicking with Kaden from her window, the woman that hated her as a result of that. “You weren’t taught to greet your elders?” Storm ignored Avery again. Rather she made do with the tapping of her foot on the soft grass beneath her feet. “I suggest you answer me, human. Unless you want yourself beneath six feet.” So, Kaden hadn’t told Avery then that she was not completely human? Storm wondered, a bit amused at the total annihilation of the woman from her case. Was it that Kaden didn’t trust the woman beside her not to make a fuss? Storm almost chuckled but for the fact that she didn't want her hair being marred by the woman. She could bet her ass off that it would be the first place the woman would t

Storm crunched on a banana cookie, her legs crossed on each other on top of Kaden’s table as she counted down to the minute, to the second, that Kaden will come here. She had been waiting for thirty minutes already. After Avery had left, she had dallied around in the garden for a while, touching flowers here and there, taking in their diverse scents, making a guess at their names, and when she hadn’t heard Kaden call out to her yet, through his voice or through the phone, she had sighed and sauntered out of the garden, a bit bored. So bored that she had even gone to training grounds to see the place that she would try to convince Kaden to let her train in. It had been empty, but the field was massive, so massive with the training equipment scattered here and there, scattered yet looking somehow orderly as if the training people were divided into groups. After standing there for a while, she had tried Jutul’s phone. It had rang, but he hadn’t answered. She hadn’t been sure if it was

A thick silence dwelled in Kaden’s office when Storm was done talking. It was broken by a knock on the door, and before Kaden could tell the person to stay out, Avery stepped into the room. Avery balked when she saw the inner circle with Storm, when she instinctively felt the seriousness of the atmosphere, stemming from whatever important discussion that they were having. A discussion they had exempted her from. She, who had abandoned her mate back in the pack? She who had left everything, including family, and had followed them to the ends of the earth? “What’s going on here, Lent?” She asked her cousin, feeling her wolf howl in anger, not at her cousin, but herself. Being free now, her wolf had continued from where it had stopped. Berating her from running away from her mate just to be with the mate of another. But she had learned to silence it, or rather cope with the tantrums. She had just forgotten how tiring it could be. She would have wished for the collar back, but then the

Elina sat by Elizabeth’s side, by the edge of the table of healing soil, her fingers intertwined with her friend’s cold, unmoving hand. Elizabeth had been on the healing table for eight hours now, buried in rich, sacred soil that was supposed to aid in the recovery of her memories. The ancient process was a last resort, one that Fero had finally agreed to after much persuasion. Now, Elina watched Elizabeth with a growing dread, her heart heavy with fear and uncertainty.Had she made the right choice?Was knowing the identity of Storm even important?Why had she sent the picture to her friend? She would have let it slide.Elina shook her head. They had needed to know who Storm was. It was the last piece of the puzzle.After Elizabeth had fainted, she had rushed to the healer and had explained that Elizabeth had sunk into her memories.Elina hadn’t known how she had known this fact, but it had been strongly impressed in her spirit. The healer had gotten into action, whilst waiting for

Elina’s hands around Elizabeth refused to budge, until her lifemate, Ferro, had tapped her softly on the shoulder. “Elina, it’s okay, now.” The male said, his eyes catching the teary ones of his lifemate, and his ears understanding the sniffs of Elina. The latter was crying, and will need some time to herself right in the arms of Elizabeth, not wanting to be seen by the others. Elizabeth and Elina. He had known that they had gotten closer over the past couple of days, that they had been talking fixatedly on something. He had told Damonq, and the latter had found it funny that the two women had been conspiring behind their back. That had been before the females had finally opened up to them about the girl that still appeared in Elina’s dreams. He and his friend has been acquainted with the realness of Elina’s dreams, that they hadn’t been able to let it slide, and so they had brought it before the little council in the compound. Yet, he had known that there was more. He just didn’t