At Esther’s new residence:Freya knew the guy. She hadn’t seen him before, hadn’t spoken with him before, but she knew him. She knew him from the vision she had seen when she had touched Esther’s scarf. She also knew him from Aiden’s memory, one of the many he had shared with her. She knew him from the one that had spoken of the bullying of Emma at the café. He was the one that Aiden had thought quiet, but not entirely innocent, even though he looked like it. Aiden had read off an unsettling energy from him, and Freya was beginning to see that. She was beginning to see that the boy wasn’t what he seemed to be. She wondered what exactly he was. A shifter like the others? She wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t about to cower in fear. No. Her people thought her better. She would fight this out. She would be leaving here with Esther, and nothing can stop her, not at this point. She watched as Esther, and the rest of the clique gave the boy a look down-they didn’t rate him. Freya thought tha
At Esther’s new residence:As Freya and Lekan danced around each other, waiting for who would take the first step, Freya was analyzing her opponent. She still couldn't understand his scent, she was just sure that it was unsettling, and that it repulsed her. Freya also knew that she wouldn’t move, until Lekan made a move-until he shifted to whatever he was. Yes, she was sure that he was a good shifter, much better than he had relayed to his friends. Yet, to what? What does he shift into? “Aren’t you going to make a move, mage? What's stopping you? Shouldn't you be chanting some gibberish to put me in some kind of cage or something? That would shorten this dance,wouldn't it?” Lekan taunted, his words grating on the nerves of the watchers, yet Freya remained unruffled. She didn’t win her fight against those three beasts by being easily ruffled. She stopped prancing though. She stood still, and folded her arms across her chest, causing Anthony to wonder what she was doing? He would ha
At Esther’s new residence:“Come on! Give me your best shot, mage!” The words were all scrambled coming from the vampirish Lekan, and Freya clucked her teeth in disgust. She hated fighting vampires. Without much ado, she released a bout of freezing air, and darts of ice to the vampire that is Lekan, knowing that these species hated extreme temperatures; extreme heat, extreme cold. She watched, more of analyzing, than jubilating, when Leekan gnashed his leftover blackened teeth which were crawling with maggots. He really took up the whole features; a complete shift. Freya noted it somewhere in her mind to let Aiden and the others know. She wondered where the maggots would go when he shifted back to his normal self. Do they stay in his belly? She shuddered at the insane thought, but she wouldn’t put anything past science and magic. Obviously, there was the work of a mage in this, but she didn’t think that it was Leonarya. Yes, her false mother was a black magician, but there were lev
This is it. Curtis muttered to himself as he came to stand before the gate that belonged to his pack; the gate that separated them from the other parts of civilization. When he became Alpha, since his sister would probably turn down the offer, he would tear down the gate. Actually, he was sure that she would. Of course. How could he forget? Leo was the rightful heir to the Alpha throne of the White Sted pack, that means his sister would be a Luna. Yet that depends on Leo agreeing to take the ruling reins. However, there is also the fact that they didn't know where he had gone-if he had returned to his former pack. Well, time will tell. Curtis sighed, taking in the strength of the black huge gate. If he really becomes the alpha of Winders pack, first thing he will surely do was to dismantle the gate, and open the area to humans, so that they could do their developing magic. Although, of course, like his uncle’s pack, there would be boundaries, and limits, forests reserved for the
Curtis restricted and reformed the outburst of his emotions to that which would look like he wasn’t working with the Blue Moon’s pack. He allowed his face to contort in slight fury and then curiosity, in just the right amounts that would propel his father to explain himself, and not doubt that he was still on the latter side. “I know. I know that you are angry. But I had my reasons. The alliance is just for the good of the pack.” Just like you had when you had caused our separation from Uncle Peter? Then, Curtis had been actually happy for the separation, happy to be away from his perfect cousin. Although he had wished for less bloodshed, he had aligned with his father’s statement then; that peace usually came after a war. And for some years he had been living with that delusion until now. Until he discovered that his father was just a power hungry ruler. Yet he piqued his right eyebrow, in a way that suggested that he was ready to listen. He was actually curious to see what his
“Noah, did father tell you that I will be joining you to go to college next week?” Diana queried her brother, taking one of the stools in the one room cabin that served as his studio. He was currently painting. Diana didn’t understand what the painting was all about-it was yet to take shape-but it had a lot of red on it, just like all the recent artworks he has been working on. Diana wondered if it was his new favorite color. “Why? What changed your mind? I thought you mentioned that school was for lesser mortals. Why are you descending to our level, oh our royal majesty?” Diana chuckled. Noah was the only in the family that she resonated with, probably because he was her twin. “Well, because my mate attends there…and there's no way to meet him unless I attend college.” Diana loved the expression on Noah’s face when the painting brush sweeping across the canvas fell from his hand to the ground, and he turned aside, giving her the full attention she had wanted since she had boun
Emma was dreaming. There was blood, a river of it running. There was pain, a sea she was floating in. Would it never end? A thousand cuts, burns, the taunting laughter telling him it would go on for all eternity. She could not believe she was so helpless, could not believe her incredible power and strength had been drained from her, leaving her reduced to such a pitiful state. She sent mental call after call out into the night; none of her kind came to help her. The agony continued, and went on relentlessly. Where were they? Her kin? Her friends? Why wouldn't they come to her and end this? Had it been a conspiracy? Had they deliberately left her to these butchers who wielded their knives and torches with such delight? It had been someone she knew who had betrayed her, but the memory was curiously fading, obscured by endless pain.Her tormentors had somehow managed to capture her, paralyze her so that she could feel yet not move, not even her vocal cords. She was totally helpless,
The women. Emma recognized them, knew they were out there, alive, no manacles, not buried beneath the earth but able to move freely around. Especially the one that resembled her. She was just out of her mind's reach, yet she could almost touch her. Why didn't the woman come to her? Emma could summon up no face, no past, only the knowledge that she was out there somewhere. She called to her. Begged. Pleaded. Raged. She had a feeling the latter was related to her. But where was she? Why wouldn't she come to her? Why did she allow her agony to continue when even her presence in her mind would ease the terrible sense of isolation? What had she done that was so terrible that she deserved this?Anger found its way into her world. Hatred, even. In the place of a girl, a monster grew, deadly, dangerous, grew and thrived on the pain, became a will impossible to crush. Fifty years, a hundred - what did it matter if she traveled to the very gates of hell for revenge? She already resided there,