Standing outside her house with Aiden, Julius, Yodah and Freya; Emma waited impatiently for the attackers to surface. Her hands were itching for battle. This would be a good outlet to release the pent up frustration and anger she has been feeling.
Her eyes darted around the environment for any sign of the intruders, but she saw nothing. Only their scent told of their presence.
Where are they? She thought, balling her fists, aware that Aiden had turned around, his back facing the house, in case an attack should come from the back. They were all at alert, including Freya. She wondered if the other red head could also change to a dragon. She cocked her one side in thought, ruminating on the coolness of the fact.
Beside her, looking tiny and small as usual was Prescott. He was also looking around, bouncing on his tiny feet as he did so.
The first person to show up was a little girl who drifted out of the front door, clutching a rag doll, looking all lost and lonely.
Emma scoffed.
“That’s the phantom.” She stated out loudly, the same time that Yodah mentioned the same thing.
They both casted wry glances at each other, wondering how the other had known.
Freya, understanding the looks, gave a reply.
“Leonarya had sent a phantom after me and Yodah when we had come to the pack for the first time. The phantom had taken the form of a young girl, though different from this one.” She said, and Emma nodded, turning up her lips in disgust as her gaze landed on the girl who was now staring at them with huge teary eyes. She remembered the full features of the phantom when the latter had held her and Derek captive.
Derek.
No, Don’t think about him now. She mused to herself.
He is gone forever.
She will find someone to love. It might take a whole lot of time, but she will try.
That concluded, she decided to narrate how she had met the phantom, or rather how she had known that the little girl who was now shrinking back into the house, as if plagued by fear, was a phantom.
She told them about the forest incident, the trap and how they had been rescued. Summarizing the whole story in a record time.
When she was done, the four were staring at her, inquisitively.
“So, you have been highly sought after ever since you came here then.” Freya stated, connecting the dots. When Amelia had ranted about her younger sister in her drunken state during the frat party, she had mentioned the period when Emma had been sent down to England for almost causing the death of a person for the hundredth time. Although the story had left her with the impression that Emma was a troublesome human, she had still thought it too extreme of a father to send his daughter to the other side of the world for a small trouble.
Now remembering this, Freya couldn’t help but wonder if the father was also into this. When Emma had asked them for the favor to follow her home, she had thought that they would have disappeared and appeared in the human section of the county, a division she had noticed on her first time here. But no, that hadn’t been the case. Rather Emma had mentioned that there was no need, and that her house was also among the houses in the Pack’s area.
They had been surprised, knowing that the area was only reserved for werewolves, but they didn’t tell her this, not sure of what to make of this. But now thinking of it, Freya was beginning to think that whosoever Emma’s father was, he might be aware of what was happening. Or how else had he been able to secure a house here for Emma?
But Freya kept her thoughts to herself, at least for now. Time will tell.
“Yeah. For some godforsaken prophecy that I’m sure doesn’t exist.” Emma stated, causing a break in Freya’s thoughts.
“Actually, the prophecy exists.” Julius muttered, watching with furrowed eyebrows, as the girl disappeared into the house.
What were these creatures planning?
He was already thinking that going into the house was a bad idea. And attempting to burn it up, would rouse trouble from the werewolf pack that they have cut off ties with.
His brother, Aiden, thought the same.
So, what was the battle plan?
“If it exists then, I am not the one. It could be Freya. She is more powerful than I am. Half vampire and half mage, and perhaps others, since she is not eighteen yet.” Emma stated, with a shrug, bringing a new twist to the issue.
If they were siblings, could it be that there had been a mistaken identity of who the prophecy had been talking about?
Yodah thought, getting bewildered by this prophecy. He hadn’t even heard anything about it, until tonight.
Freya shook her head.
She didn’t want to be any prophecy.
“No, I don’t think so. You remember the opposing werewolf in the hall?” She asked Aiden, knowing that Emma hadn’t been around then.
Aiden nodded.
“When he saw me, he had been confused… but later, he was sure that I wasn’t Emma, that I wasn’t the prophecy. They know who they are looking for, and it’s not me. If I was the one, he would have been at a crossroads. He would have wanted to capture me.” Freya stated, and Emma rolled her eyes.
She had no idea of what they were talking about, and she wasn’t really interested.
Wasn’t she leaving here at most tomorrow or next?
They wouldn’t be seeing her again.
She would send Prescott away soon too. She thought, shielding this particular thought, so that the squirrel wouldn’t listen in to it. He might upset her plans, and she didn’t want that.
So, for now, she watched them make assumptions, and preferred to be silent, counting seconds until she razed down the house in front of her, if the attackers didn’t come out anytime soon. Her patience was now hanging on a tiny thread.