“So, who is heating up the house?” Yodah asked, cracking his knuckles, ready for a little fun. Yes, that’s how he saw the upcoming fight that was about to happen; fun.
Prescott shrugged.
“I can heat up the house and regulate the temperature with Freya. Emma will stay with me.” He said, aware that Freya would hear and tell the others.
When she did, the others nodded, agreeing with his suggestion. They had seen his display back at the big hall at the Blue Moon’s Pack, and were sure that he was a good fit for the Job. Theirs were to battle.
But Emma was not.
She shook her head, after Freya was done communicating with the others, not agreeing entirely with the suggestion, surprising the others. They were wondering what could be her problem now. She answered their thoughts the next minute.
“I can’t stay with Prescott, looking around and waiting for you guys to be done with battle. I want to fight too. I need to fight. I know I can. I had learnt taekwondo too. I believe I’m good. I’m not standing idle with Prescott, while y’all fight my battle for me. I’m not okay with it.” She stated, balling her fists, knowing they wouldn’t, or rather couldn’t change her mind. It was made up.
Aiden watching and noting her stance sighed. The girl really meant business.
Well, if she wants to fight, then she shall. He wasn’t going to stop her.
“Okay then.” He said.
“But be careful. We don’t need any casualties tonight. And if you’re really the prophecy as they say, then our priority tonight would be that you’re not harmed one bit. The prophecy is really important.” He continued, and Emma nodded, appeased by his statement.
“Let’s go then. Prescott…” Emma called, nodded her head, whilst staring down at him. It was time for the heating up.
Freya took some steps back, shut her eyes, and began to whisper spells to beckon on her ancient mage blood. Her job was to heat up the environment.
Prescott lifted up his right hand, waving it around like in a circle muttering incomprehensible words, while putting on a steady bounce to his feet.
His job was to heat up the house.
Five minutes later, Emma was amazed to see smoke or rather steam, rising out of the house and the region of green surrounding them, but there was no fire. Just heat. Intense heat.
Even though, a bit far away from there, she could feel the heat. It was boiling hot.
She was relieved that she didn’t wish for a cashmere sweater, but a crop top.
Sweat pooled at the valley between her breasts, and stayed, but she didn’t bother wiping it off. There would be time for that later.
Now, her eyes were alert, even as she heard murmurings, grunts and groans from inside the house, and the forest around them. The heat was unsettling her attackers. It reminded her of the childish way of bringing rats out of a hole. Throw in a firecracker, and step aside. No other tool required except to get a pan or trap to catch the rats. For when the firecrackers exploded, the rats rushes out of the hole, terribly unsettled by the noisy alien in their small habitat. That was what was happening now. She thought. The fire would bring the enemies out of their hiding places. It would only take a small time. Already, she was hearing the sound of rushing feet.
Beside her, Aiden, Yodah and Julius stood at attention, ready for war. She knew they could hear what she was hearing too.
**
“What do we do now?” Ketura asked Tempest, settling down on one of the sofas in the small room.
“Nothing. It seems that everything is working towards our first plan. Maybe this is fate agreeing with us at last. She needs to go. She needs to leave this region, back to the USA.” Tempest replied, going through a spell book.
“I don’t think so. From what I saw tonight, it is known that she is the prophecy. I don’t think she would be safe even if she travels or runs away from here. They would still search her out, especially your sister.” Ketura stated, and Tempest closed the book and kept beside her on the chair, not knowing what to say.
At first, Ketura and her had tried to push the girl away from the county when they had noticed that she had come. She believed it was risky, seeing that her best friend, Sheila, was dead. She wasn’t sure about that though. She hadn’t seen her body. She had only seen her husband’s.
So in that, she had, through Ketura, put a dead animal in Emma’s refrigerator, hoping that it would scare her goddaughter away, but no. If anything, it drove her closer to the pack. She had also left a note in Lydia’s place, after seeing that her sister had gotten there before her, so that the Luna would send away the girl. But no. None of that had happened. Instead, it had landed her goddaughter into living conditions with the Alpha’s family.
Still she hadn’t given up. She had sent Ketura to get the girl, after making the latter take the appearance of her mother, Queen Zipfarah, but that in itself didn’t work out still. The girl hadn’t even called out for them, even for once.
But when she had found out that the girl had turned out to be Derek’s mate, she had decided to rest her case then, knowing that the latter would protect the redhead to his last breath.
But no again. The idiot had betrayed and rejected the girl, leaving her again in the open.
Didn’t they know what the prophecy entails? She thought, concluding that the pack was totally stupid for chasing Emma out of the pack.
They would regret it though. She thought, knowing that if her goddaughter was anything like her best friend, then the pack should get ready for her snubbings when they would come to know who she was, and seek her help.
Ketura was right.
Knowing her sister, the latter would seek for Emma till the very end, knowing how powerful she would be if she succeeds.
So, they had to get to her first.
But how could she? To the world, she was dead. And she wanted it to remain that way, for now.