THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Emma stood up straight, dusting off her hands on each other from the black and brown spotches of dirt and soil on them, as she realized that Margo was standing before her, although looking a bit apprehensive. Taking a side look at Clem, she noticed that the blonde had stood up straight too, taking a protective stance as he watched them with keen eyes.

“What are you doing here? How did you find this place?” She heard Margo asked, and sighed. She didn’t know which question to answer first. But before she could pick out one to reply, Clem already beat her to it.

“We were searching for her phone, when we stumbled into the area… witch…” He said, thickening his accent as he pronounced the ‘witch word’.

“Clem… how did you know she is a witch? Do you know her before?” Emma asked, stepping closer to them.

“No, I don’t… Well… I just guessed.” He replied. He had just mentioned it out of spite, forgetting momentarily that she was there. He couldn’t tell her that he had been able to tell by the woman’s weird scent, which she hadn’t masked. If he had, she would have begun to suspect him. Perhaps she might even label him a wizard.

“Guessed… I see..” Emma stated, not really seeing. She knew he was lying. But that was not her major concern. Her major concern was the look of anxiousness on the witch’s face.

“Margo what is the matter? Is something wrong with this place?” She asked, feigning ignorance.

“I think you should know the answer to that question, Emma.” Margo answered, darting her eyes around the vicinity, searching for what was unseen by Emma and Clem.

” Margo….” Emma was calling, but she interrupted her.

“Find your cell phone fast, and let’s depart from here. It’s not safe here. And days are already counting.” She stated, casting her cat like eyes down the ground to help in the search.

Emma grunted, before turning around to continue her search. She knew that the witch was right.

It was not up to a minute when Margo found the cell phone, beneath some shrubs. She had actually used her magic, not wanting to spend time any longer in the doomed place.

“Found…” She stated in a flat tone, like they had just been discussing about the weather.

“Let’s get out of here.” She said, as she handed over the phone to a happy Emma, and gave a stinky eye at Clem, obviously not happy with the werewolf for bringing the redhead here. Hadn’t he felt the change in energy levels? She thought, as she led them outside that space in time.

“Wheew… thanks a lot Margo.” Emma said, while turning on her phone. She couldn’t wait to talk to her sister.

“You’re welcome. But don’t ever come here again.” She said in a serious tone.

“I don’t understand why the wolf boy had allowed you here.” She added, causing Emma to jerk up her head in suprise, and Clem to cuss in the inside of him. He wondered what the hell the witch was trying to do.

“Wolf boy?” Emma asked, taking off her eyes for a second from Margo, and letting it rest on Clem, for a second.

“Why did you call him that?” She asked, curious about the name.

Margo bit her lips as she recognized that the redhead didn’t know yet, about the true nature of those she was staying with; she didn’t know anything.

“It’s nothing. It just came up. He kinda looked like a wolf. His stance especially, when I had appeared at first.” She answered, hoping that the girl would buy the lie.

“Oh, okay.” Emma said, looking at Clem again, who seemed to be uncomfortable with her stare. Was he that embarrassed by the woman’s deduction? She thought.

Well, he shouldn’t be, because that’s what she would be calling him from now on. She mused, a smirk appearing on her pink lips.

“We have to get going.” She heard him say, after some beats, while looking at the witch with his deep brown eyes, a slight contrast to his shaggy blond hair.

“Yes. He’s right.” Margo concurred, returning his steady gaze with anyone of hers, before turning away to lead the way that would lead to Black Moon’s Pack.

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“Margo…” Emma called after some minutes of walking. Clem was in front now, ahead of them with some few paces.

“Yes.” Margo replied, but still facing ahead.

“What’s wrong with that place we just left?” She asked, lowering her voice a bit, as she didn’t want Clem to listen in on their conversation. She didn’t really trust him. After all, he had been among those that had kept the truth from her. She knew that he would tell Melvina about her witch friend as soon as they got to the pack.

Margo smiled as she felt the girl whispering. ‘If only she knew that the wolf boy could hear her words..’ She thought, turning her face now to look on the redhead.

“Well, I think you already know the answer to that.” She answered, piquing up her eyebrows at the redhead; a dare to deny if she didn’t know.

“I just know that time stands still there, or moves very fast rather.” Emma replied with a shrug.

“You noticed?” Margo replied, admiring now the girl’s wits.

“Yes. But it’s more because I’ve been there before.” Emma stated.

” You’ve been there before?? Wait, of course, your phone. Why didn’t I think of that? How did your phone get there? What were you doing there in the first place?” Margo ranted out like a mother scolding and questioning her daughter, halting in her movement, and turning fully to face her.

” Well…” Emma started, a bit bewildered. She had thought that the witch had already known that. ‘If she hadn’t, then why did she say at first that I had known that being there was wrong.’ She asked herself inwardly.

“I’m a witch. I have psychic powers too.” Margo said, as if stating the obvious.

“You can read my thoughts too?!” Emma shrieked, causing Clem to stop walking, and swivel around to face them.

” You can read my thoughts too?” She asked again, in a whisper this time around as if to make up for the first. An act that caused Clem to almost laugh out loud. He had been hearing their conversations ever since, and he knew that the witch knew.

“No. I can’t. I just perceived that you had been thinking that.” Margo replied, and Emma breathed out in relief. She didn’t think she would know how to act around the woman if the latter could read her thoughts.

“Okay.” She said, about to start walking again when Margo stopped her.

“You haven’t answered my questions yet.” She said, holding her lightly by the arm.

“Oh, right.” Emma muttered, folding her arms across her chest, as she remembered the question.

“Well, I had been on a walking expedition with my friends, when a little girl had approached us, asking us for help. Stupidly we had followed her into the time fast region, coming back to our senses when she turned to a phanthom. I had fainted then and….” She was still narrating, when Margo cut her off with a widened eyes.

” You were accosted by a phanthom?” She asked, her eyes widening as she processed the thought. They were moving too fast. She thought. There was no time any longer.

“Yes, I just said that.” Emma mumbled.

“How did you escape then?” Margo asked, still trying to get the full gist. The phanthom was no ordinary figure. For it to have being sent, it meant that there was a very much higher power at work. The evil eye didn’t use phanthoms.

And although she was glad that the redhead was safe, she was still curious about how she has escaped from the wicked being.

” Well, Melvina and her husband, I think, came to our rescue.” Emma replied, starting to walk again. It seemed to her that the day was getting darker.

” I see. Who were these friends of yours?” She asked, wanting to know how the redhead had gotten acquainted with the werewolves already.

” Derek and Maya.” Emma answered.

” You mean Derek, the son of….” She was saying, when Clem interrupted her.

“Yes, exactly.” He said, determined not to let the witch sprout out another statement that will trigger the human’s suspicions.

“Let’s walk faster though. It’s getting late.” He said, turning around again.

” Oh, wow…” Margo stated, sinking her fingers at the inner corner of her eyes, even as she walked steadily alongside with Emma. She hoped that it was not what she was thinking. No, it’s impossible. She thought, running her fingers along her spiky blue black hair. It would make things more complicated.

“Is there any problem?” Emma asked, noticing the shade of worry on her face.

“Not at all. So, how close are you with these friends?” She asked, in a nonchalant tone, whereas her heart was beating faster than before as she waited for the answer.

“Well…” Emma stammered a bit.

“Maya is my good friend. And Derek… he is my boyfriend.” She replied, staring ahead, not noticing the fearful look that had taken shelter on the older woman’s face.