Amelia has remained as a statue since Prescott successfully created a mind path with her, and had transferred all the information that Emma had tasked him to communicate to her, including the betrayal of Derek, and her exile from the pack.
She still didn’t move when Prescott, through the mind path he had branched out for the three of them, asked her:
‘Are you okay?’
Emma soughed rather, understanding that her sister was still wrecked by shock and unbelief.
They should give her some time. She proposed to Prescott, and then stood up with him in her arms and strolled to the sofa she had decamped from earlier when Prescott had teleported into the room.
“You know, you never told me why you were late coming here. Was Casper’s burial in the community approved?”
Prescott nodded. “It was approved. Although, some elders hadn’t been in support of it. But what to do? The Queen had the final say. I had remained at the grave site since then, to see if some would be stupid enough to disobey the words of the Queen. Fortunately, there were not. I would have used them to release some pent up tension.”
Amelia turned then, to face them. Of course she could hear Prescott speak now. Coupled with her jaguar’s senses, she seemed to be a high level jaguar, at least that’s what Prescott deduced with the almost ease it had taken him to create the mind path. Emma just believed because she wanted her sister to be the best in everything.
Was she done assimilating the information? Emma wondered, watching Amelia stand and saunter toward them calmly.
“Please go on ahead.” Amelia said as soon as she sat down, and crossed her legs. And then, she reached for Prescott with her hands.
There was a slight hesitation on Emma’s part to hand over the squirrel, because obviously it wasn’t her choice to make. Prescott was his own person. She sighed in relief, when he tapped her arm to indicate that he wanted to be transferred. She did that with all pleasure, a smile blossoming on her lips when Amelia hugged the squirrel to herself, and muttered a thank you.
“Thank you for keeping my sister safe.”
Prescott put up his shoulders and then shrugged them. Emma snorted, and then chuckled. Prescott’s pride was next to none. She had never seen squirrels as prideful animals.
‘Well, I am not an ordinary squirrel.’
Emma said nothing in reply, not wanting to butter up the squirrel any longer. “Did you get any other information?”
“Not really…”
Prescott paused, not sure if the piece of information that had just popped up in his mind was actually important, since it had already been resolved.
“What is it, Prescott?”
“Just before I came here, I had taken a short stop at the pack.”
Emma shifted on her seat, not sure how to feel about the information. “Why did you stop there?”
Before she had left, Freya and the others had decided amongst themselves to stay at the professor’s place which was quite far from the pack’s environment. Freya had told her too. So, why would Prescott stop at the pack? The only people that might cause this were Maya and Eva. But they couldn’t communicate with the squirrel. Did the Queen send him there?
“I am not sure what is going on there, but Freya had shouted for my help, through the mind path, hoping that wherever I was, I would appear to the position she had kept on the forefront of her mind. She had believed that I would see it and then appear. Her strong belief in me was quite difficult to ignore. I had to show up without fail.”
Emma ignored the note of pride in Prescott’s voice. “She sent a cry for help? What happened? Why is she still in the pack? Did the Alpha’s family decide to hunt them, and persecute them?”
Emma was almost falling out of her seat now at the tension that had her belly coiled in strings. If Derek and his family should so much as disturb her sister, she would burn them to the ground, not minding that it was her community, that it was her mother’s people.
Prescott chuckled. “I doubt they would do that, not if they love their lives. And the reason why Freya had called me was because of Eva.”
Eva?
Emma looked at Amelia. The latter, having now information of over a month’s worth, was as confused as her.
“Eva seemed to have been possessed by something, and was about to attack Freya, Yodah and Maya.”
“Possessed by something? And they hadn’t been able to subdue her? Was it an alferic beast?” Emma asked, knowing that it was the only being that the ancients had been helpless against.
“No, I don’t think so. It seemed to be something else. I didn’t stop to ask though. I had just appeared and struck her neck, so that she would fall unconscious. I had been impatient to get to you, for I have spent so much time away, I wasn’t sure if you would be safe without me.”
Well, I wouldn’t have been if Amelia hadn’t changed her mind. Prescott had really spent a lot of time away. Emma thought remembering the strange episodes that had happened in the plane which she had boarded. The plane where she had met Annabel.
However, she said nothing. Not wanting Prescott to beat himself up the more, for taking time. After all, it wasn’t as if he had just been idle, doing nothing during the time away. Rather, she reclined deeper into the couch in thought.
Freya was still at the pack. That can only mean that the other ancients were there, could perhaps mean that her mother had successfully reached the pack. She made some calculations, and deduced that her mother should have arrived at the pack sometime yesterday.
Was her mother really at the pack? Had another reason kept Freya there?
“By the way, who has this cabin?” Prescott inquired, looking at the interior of the cabin with new eyes. “And what is that over there?”