“Now, please Sheila, I know that you are talking from a place of anger, and I am sorry that we failed your expectations, but please don’t forget the goal for all these discussions; that we know the next step to take concerning the stuff going around in the supernatural world right now. Please, I plead that you be lenient with us.” Peter advocated, obviously not at peace with his wife bearing the brunt of Sheila’s anger and pain.
“Lenient? Were you being lenient when you ousted my daughter from the pack? When you convinced your son, whom I can see has no mind of his own even though he is a Lycan, to reject his mate for reasons best known to you? Now, we are on that, now that I have known why a phantom was after my daughter, can you tell me why you ousted my daughter from her pack?” Sheila asked, her hands still folded across her chest, her eyes blazing with anger, such that a few tremors were beginning to upset the floors of the halls; a happening that didn’t go unnoticed by the people.
Peter sighed, but knew that he had no choice but to come clean about the matter. “I know that I wasn’t lenient. I know that I was inconsiderate. I know that I should have thought hard and deep before making the decision, but I had been moved by sentiments, and had acted foolishly, an act that I still detest up till this point, till the day that I enter the grave.”
Peter looked around the audience, knowing that he was about to bare his inaptitude to his pack, but ready to do so if it would appease his best friend at one time, and produce a significant pact in reconciling his mate with Sheila.
“A few days ago was Derek’s birthday. Before that time, there had been unrest whereby we had shadow warriors attacking the pack, mainly to take Emma, I presume. For they had been sent by Leonarya. But before they had been able to achieve that purpose, Zipfarah had sent someone to pick up Emma, though we hadn’t known this at that time. We only knew that she had been kidnapped. So, while we had searched for her, for we had already known then that she was Derek’s mate, our search had led us to a witch’s house. From what I could gather from my mate here, Emma had always been in communication with the witch; we hadn’t been aware of that. Well, when we got to the house-after her niece had informed us that her aunt was also missing-we found out that truly the witch was missing. It was there that Derek had gotten carried away with a shiny orb, and touching it had been possessed by an alferic beast.”
A curse rang out, pausing Peter’s story.
He turned toward the direction of the curse, not surprised when he saw that it was sourced from one of the ancients. The curse had been spoken in a language that he wasn’t familiar with.
“You say an alferic beast possessed derek? It is still within him right?” Sheila asked, aware that alferic bests didn’t just disappear. They were a stubborn kind of demon, if not the most stubborn.
She was sure that Leonaya was behind it, and was also sure that Leonarya was aware that Derek and her daughter were mates. But how would a witch know what was happening in the pack? Was there a spy in the pack? Was the black witch in cohorts with someone? Surely, there was, but who? She was beginning to see that there was more than one force at play here.
“Yes. But it doesn’t control him as before.. Emma had prevented that.” Peter answered slowly, aware of the next question Sheila would ask him, and the implications and stir that his response would cause. He knew that his mate was aware too, hence the sharp intake of breath from her nostrils.
“Emma? How did she do that? How did she even know about alferic beasts?” Sheila asked, her curiosity outweighing her grief for a minute there.
“It turns out that Zipfarah had been aware that Derek had been possessed. I don’t know how she had found out, but she had. So, she had sent Emma with a necklace to save him. I am not sure what kind of necklace that was, but it had subdued the beast. Before then, Anthony had only managed to keep it at bay with blue balls that flew out of his hands. I believe, Sheila, you would have a better explanation of that.” Peter nodded at Sheila, who shrugged, of course getting his point.
“There is nothing much to explain there, other than the fact that there is magic in our lineage. I just don’t know which part of our ancestry it had come from. So I am not surprised. Continue with your story, Pete.” Sheila gestured with a free shake of her hand in Peter’s direction, indicating that he should continue his tale.
“Okay. So, during Derek’s birthday, your second daughter had been in attendance with her friends, fortunately-because we had been attacked by soldiers from the white sted pack. For some years now, they have been clamoring that we give up our land, especially the cave housing our most valuable mineral. Well, we had managed to put them off with the aid of Freya’s friends, but then the beast in Derek had started to rage, threatening to kill us all. Anthony couldn’t even be of help then, because he had been knocked out before he could do anything. That was when Emma had arrived with Ava, in the company of a squirrel with magic powers. The squirrel had been able to hold down the beast for the necklace to be strung around its neck.” Peter stated, his tone getting weary as he neared the end. He knew what was coming next.
“That’s interesting. So, how did we skip from that to you ousting Emma from the pack. She did well in protecting your son. Why oust her away?” Sheila asked, aware of the heightened murmurs from the crowd.