“What did you say, Emma?” Freya choked out, her voice ladened with the same expression that buttered the faces of everyone present in Peter’s living room; incredulity.
Melvina, for one, held up her hands, and then brought it down consequently, as if tired of the mysteries and surprises surrounding Emma. Not even a contemplative look from Nathan, could change her thoughts. It was not that she was tired of Emma, it just seem that no matter what they did, the redhead usually courted trouble.
‘If she is as powerful as her actions these past few days have proven, I am surprised that she hasn’t been captured yet. This might just be the tip of the iceberg.’
Melvina soughed, hearing her mate’s words. She knew he was right. She wished for things to be simple. She have always wanted simple. Yet, the goddess had declined that very wish.
‘You shouldn’t be worrying about your wishes and the past, Melvina. You taught me that. And there’s the fact that we had been the ones who had pursued her out of the pack. If she was here, she would have been safer. She would have met her mother. The family would have been complete. It would soon be, since I’m very sure that they will be going to get her, after this call.’
‘Are you sure that she will return? You remember she had told Derek that she would never return to the pack. She had also told him to never find her again.’
Peter folded his arms across his chest and reclined deeper into his chair. ‘I don’t know Melvina. I can only hope that things turn out better, that she might be able to forgive us. If not for anything, for the unity of the pack towards the impending war.’
The line crackled for a few seconds, alerting Freya that her sister was just as silent as the people were.
“Emma…”
Silence.
Freya looked up from the phone and looked at the people in the room.
“Maybe a network congestion??” Claire attempted, speaking up for the first time in the meeting.
Freya only shrugged her shoulders.
Claire was okay with that. She took it as a response. If Curtis would show her any like that, it would make her day. However, he had never looked her way, had never acknowledged her presence for the past two days. It was like he had meant it when he had said that he rejected her.
Claire suddenly didn’t know what to do with her hands, as the implication of that bore on her heavily at the moment. Insanity. That might happen if the frustration of her wolf was any indication, if the searing pain that had taken residence in her heart was any indication. She needed Curtis. She was ready to do anything to have him.
“I’m sorry, Freya. Something happened…had to deal with it first, before returning to the call.” Emma’s casual, yet authority filled voice grabbed the attention of everyone in the room again.
“What happened?” Freya inquired, knowing that something worthy to note had occurred, considering the slight edge in Emma’s voice.
“Amelia. I told you she is Jaguar. She has a master, or rather had, considering what just happened…”
A slight pause which caused Kane’s mind to return to that particular dream he had about the Jaguar man who had been tainted with the vampire sliver, who had become a puppet in the hands of the vile creature. For a second, he thought the master being talked about was a Vampire. Not until Emma’s next statement.
“The idiot tried bursting her brain. You know, I will just tell you the whole story from the roots…”
So the people in the living room listened with rapt attention as Emma started enumerating the stories surrounding Amelia. Nathan was steel when Emma talked about growing up with Amelia, and the fun they had. The people visibly balked when she talked about the night in the cabin, when Amelia had sauntered into the cabin as a jaguar to capture her for the master. Then they held their heart in their mouths when she told them all that the master had told Amelia, including the part where the man had seen Sheila at the airport with Lucille.
“So, Amelia had locked her mind path from her master. Well, it turns out that he had put a sliver within her, in case of situations like this, you know a part of him. When I was just about talking to you about her at the first instance, that was when the sliver had been put into motion. I was lucky to notice the shift in the air around her. So, before she could do anything that she would regret later, I told Prescott to knock her out-through our private mind path-since he was nestled in her arms. You know Prescott’s accuracy. We will deal with the sliver later. Although I don’t think is a vampire, like Annabel suggested. Apparently, the undead is skilled with that.”
“Why do you say so? Why don’t you think is the vampire.”
“I traced the signal.”
Nathan shot to his feet then, luckily he had shut his mouth from speaking.
What the hell! That was the exclamation he wanted to use, never mind that that the phrase was so modern.
‘Be calm, Nathan. She will be fine. She is in good hands.’
Nathan looked at his lifemate, and wondered why she had suddenly become calm, not fidgety as she was before. However, he obeyed her-not like he had a choice-and sat again.
“How…did you do that?” Freya stuttered, not believing that her sister could take such risk. She had known why her father had stood up. As much as Emma could trace a signal, the person of her interest might be able to trace her too.
“I traced the signal, Freya. Don’t worry I was subtle enough. He wouldn’t be able to trace it back to me.”
Freya swallowed. “So, what did you find out?”