“Sheila, that’s enough. I am aware that you are angry and frustrated with my family and my pack, which is yours, but please remember that Melvina isn’t just your friend, but also the luna of this pack.” Peter started, standing up from his mighty chair, sighing when he heard the soft unbelieving gasps from a few from the group of seven. Probably Sheila’s daughters.
He hadn’t meant to lord his authority over them, but he couldn’t afford to let them trample over his mate because of one mistake. No, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if that happened.
He felt Melvina’s touch on his hand, and turned aside to stare at her.
It’s okay my love. Please sit down. Let’s not make this meeting turn out for the worse. If anything, I deserve this. She said through their mind path, and he calmed down, choosing to sit down.
“I know that my family and I messed up, I know that I shouldn’t have let my brother trample on this pack, but can we focus more on the dire important issues than insulting one another? Please?” Peter pleaded before taking his seat, letting out a gush of air from his mouth.
Looking at his face, he has aged ten years since the meeting had begun.
Sheila nodded her head at Peter’s statement, aware that her sarcasm and insult thrown at Melvina had been out of place. She needed to get a hold of herself. That way she could glean more information and know the next way to help her daughter, and the next to fight or avoid this war.
Even though she wanted to deal with Leonarya for being so cruel to her daughters, even though she wanted to deal with Arnold for being so wicked, she wanted to rest for a while, just rest with her daughters, talk and laugh and play house for a long while before they are all married off.
She had a feeling that that wish of hers might be a long time coming before it’s being fulfilled. Till then, she had to do what she must.
“I apologize, Peter. I had let my emotions get the best of me then.” She said, aware that her daughters thought it unnecessary. If there would be anybody giving an apology, then it should be the alpha and his family, including the pack members.
“Thank you Sheila. On behalf of the pack, and my family, I also apologize too for not treating you and your family well. I hope you can find it in some place in your heart to forgive us..” Peter mentioned, standing up again with his hands clasped together, his face reflecting deep remorse and a thick wish to be forgiven.
Of course it didn’t go past Sheila, who just nodded her head before taking her seat. There was no need for bad blood between them. If anything, they needed to be together if they wanted to win this war, or if they wanted to find Emma.
“That’s okay. Let’s just move on. I think I know the whole story now. You all are forgiven.” Sheila finally mentioned when she noticed that the people had been expecting a verbal acceptance of their apology through Peter. She breathed in deeply when she heard the relieved signs of the people and the praises that were beginning to ring out of their lips for her benevolence.
“This still feels like a dream.”
“Yes, I can’t believe that the girl had been and is still Sheila’s daughter. To think we had joined our heads together and believed those that had termed her a slut. We had even seen to it that Derek had no choice but to banish her out of her pack.”
“This explains why she was living in the confines of our pack. God! There had been so many signs that she wasn’t an ordinary human.”
“Well, we can not entirely eat up the blame. She had the smell of a human. There were no two ways about that.”
“But why would she have the scent of a human? Were her powers sealed away? If I can remember correctly, she had exhibited a strange power that night when she had, mind you with just a casual fling of her hand, had the daughter of the beta, Claire, flying across the hall. Do you remember that?”
Sheila furrowed her eyebrows. She could understand now why the pack had been negligent of Emma’s powers. Her scent had been masked, which was different from her sisters.
When she had seen Lucille for the first time, she had known that she had the werewolf gene. Her daughter’s scent had given her away. And then her type of dreams had given off the mage kind of power. She hadn’t been taken by surprise too when she had seen Freya. The latter had had the scent of her people, the ancients.
But Emma. She hadn’t seen her daughter yet, but from what people were saying, she had the human’s scent. It could only mean that a witch or wizard, or someone had sealed the powers away. Who could have done that? Who could have been aware of her pregnancy those years ago, had been present, and had sealed Emma’s powers and identity away?
The only name that could come to her head was Tempest. But according to the others, Tempest was dead. So, she couldn’t even confirm it from her old friend. It could be said though that the unknown person had sealed off the powers for Emma’s protection.
Could that mean that this particular daughter of hers was the prophecy the woman had been talking about? If so, then they had to be on their way in searching for her. There was no much time left again.
“Ehmm, so before we all get carried away with the next topic or other things, can I see the painting that your brother, Arnold, right?, had brought for a peace pact. I have a feeling that all might not be well.” Blenda said suddenly, drafting the whole attention in the pack to herself.