Emma noted Maya’s sad face, and almost walked across to comfort her, but for the issue on ground. Her boyfriend was possessed by a beast, and his only hope of surviving had been rendered unconscious by a band of silver. Aiden had told her the whole story telepathically.
According to him, Anthony had possessed a special power that had been able to subdue the beast for sometime, but with him unconscious, there was no longer hope for that. There was no other werewolf with that power, not even his father whom she heard had gone into safety with the rest of the pack and their guests. The vampires were useless in that area too.
Does this mean that her boyfriend is lost to her forever? She thought anxiously, then shook her head the next second. She won’t let it
“Any ideas?” She asked Prescott telepathically, hoping for a positive response.
“Perhaps. What about the necklace that Queen Zipfarah had given you?” He asked, and with a startling speed, a short smile slithered its way across Emma’s lips.
“Thank you Prescott. You are the best.” She enthused, quickly opening the small clutch purse in her hand, and bringing out the golden necklace.
She smirked as she watched the beast draw back.
“Where did you get that from? Who are you?” The beast asked, taking some steps back as Emma stalked towards him slowly.
“I’m his girlfriend.” She stated, before turning sharply to Aiden.
“Hold it down. Julius, quick, help!” She shouted, knowing that the beast won’t just allow her to hang the necklace around its neck without a fight.
The twins, Aiden and Julius, not wanting to call in Emma for ordering the around, knowing that this request of hers was important, went into action, with Yodah right behind them.
The others stood still and watched, but ready for anything if something should happen.
Together, they winded a huge power circle around the beast restricting his movement.
The beast groaned, and grunted, unable to break away from the circle.
Whenever he tried, the brittling greenish circle stung him like a scorpion.
What the hell!
He wouldn’t go this way. He thought, smirking as he gathered an inborn strength, and jumped so high that his horns touched the roof, and then he landed on another area of the hall.
He cackled in laughter as he did so.
The trio, not waiting for Emma’s bark, tried trapping the beast several times without number, but to no avail. The beast, as if knowing their tactics, usually eluded the traps.
Currently, he was dodging their fireballs.
He was fast too, despite his big size.
Emma was getting impatient.
She tapped her right foot on the floor repeatedly, biting her lips so tightly that they hurt.
What were they doing? She thought, watching as the beast and the trio moved around the hall.
She looked at Prescott, ignoring the werewolves in the room. Some warriors were standing at the entrance watching the event, having won the battle outside.
Through the tiny opening in the wall, a door unlocking was heard, and Alpha Peter and Melvina walked outside, before shutting the almost invisible door back.
“Do something.” She told Prescott, her eyes pleading with him, not caring any longer if they found out that he wasn’t an ordinary squirrel.
Prescott nodded, and jumped off from Ava’s hand, who shifted sideways toward Emma, watching Prescott move towards the beast and the trio.
Questioning gazes were all present on the faces of everyone in the hall, apart from Emma.
They couldn’t grasp what the tiny squirrel was up to.
Aiden and co. paused when they saw the squirrel walk past them, head high, and stand before the beast.
“What is this?” The beast questioned, laughing intermittently, his lower two hands (for he had four hands) on his belly, while the two upper ones clapped at intervals.
But Prescott made no noise.
Rather, he took in a deep breath, and lifting up his hand, created a small red ball.
Gasps of shock erupted in the hall, especially as he let the ball float in the air and expand.
The beast watched, his laughter stopped, as the ball expanded with each second, till it was big enough to cage him.
In his still shocked and confused gaze, he hadn’t heard Prescott snap his fingers; an action which caused the ball to open up and swallow him within a nanosecond.
But before he could recover himself, to know what had just happened, he was already inside the ball.
**
“How did you do that?” Lucille croaked out, stepping tentatively towards the woman who in reply, cussed at Tyler before releasing him slowly from underneath her arms, pushing him away from her roughly, or rather flinging him away; because in the next second he was groaning in pain at the other side of the room.
That much strength? How?
Lucille thought, staring at the woman, hoping for an answer.
But the woman didn’t say anything.
Rather she shrugged, and sat down on the chair she had been sitting on.
“Is she your daughter? Or would you wish to go for a DNA test?” She heard the woman ask Maryann.
But before Maryann could talk, Tyler shouted at her.
“If you talk, I will kill both you and your miserable son.” He said.
That gave Lucille her answer.
She wasn’t her mother’s daughter.
So, who was she?
She felt a slight headache coming right on, thinking of the lies surrounding her birth. Was John her father?
She didn’t think so either.
This was fucked up.
As she ruminated on this sad matter, Tyler crawled stealthily to the cupboard closest to the kitchen, grunting as he did. He was sure that he must have broken a bone.
But he will show the woman, whomever she was, in a minute. He thought. He wasn’t going to let his darling Lucille go. He was obsessed with her, and hadn’t even wanted a boyfriend for her.
He opened the cupboard, and brought out a gun.
Turning around, sitting on the floor with his legs stretched out, he pointed the weapon to Sheila.
“What are you doing Tyler…” Maryann asked, terrified, getting Sheila and Lucille’s attention.
Sheila had been looking at her daughter all this while, forgetting the existence of the man she had thrown aside.
“Dad… what are you…” Lucille was saying, trembling at the same time, when suddenly, a shot rang out.