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Erick was watching his father 'interrogate' the warlocks, together with the other shifters when he realized that Master Silas was not in the room.
With his eyebrows furrowed, he looked around and when he was sure that the other man wasn't in the room, he too left.
He had just left the underground prison when he saw Master Silas talking to Ronan and Toby just outside. The three men have a grim look on their faces as they continue their discussion. It seems like they were in a deep discussion that they did not notice Erick approaching them until Master Silas turned around.
"Erick!" Master Silas exclaimed in surprise.
Erick frowned at him. "What's going on?" he asked him, looking a bit suspicious.
Master Silas glanced over at Ronan and Toby, who understood what their boss was saying without words. They immediately excused themselves and returned back to the packhouse. After they were out of earshot, Master Silas then turned to Erick and said, "There was something odd about those warlocks."
"What do you mean?" Erick asked, his arms crossed across his ċhėst.
The other man swiftly explained that after he had used his skills to make the warlock tell the truth, he could feel that there was something strange about them. He could feel some notion about the warlock being 'possessed'. So, although he was telling the truth, it was not everything. There were still things that the warlock kept inside him.
Erick felt a bit skeptical. How could Master Silas have known about this?
Knowing that the shifter in front of him was feeling doubt about him, he quickly explained once more. Saying that he actually felt a bit unusual after he had grabbed the warlock's jaws. When he looked directly into the warlock's eyes, it was as if there was an empty soul inside the body and it was being used as a mirror. Something like someone was watching Master Silas through the warlock's eyes.
Master Silas rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps everything that has happened was all a ploy to lower our guards against them," he said.
"A ploy?" Erick repeated.
Master Silas nodded.
"This doesn't look as easy as it seems," Erick commented.
Master Silas nodded again. "That, I agree," he said. "Hence why we need to be open-minded. We shouldn't slack and we shouldn't trust the words from the warlocks that much. Even if I had used that technique on them."
"Do you think it was Rehan?" Erick asked. "The one who was looking at you?"
Master Silas shrugged. "I can't be sure. I've never seen this Rehan before. But if he's a warlock, it should be one of his spells."
It was then realization dawned on Erick. He recalled about the Cairin packs being used as the 'window' and thought that the same thing must have happened to these warlocks. Worried that his father might talk about something sėnsɨtɨvė in front of the warlocks, he quickly rushed back to the underground prison, leaving Master Silas alone, looking after him, a puzzled look on his face.
Unfortunately, when he arrived at the room where the warlocks were being held, his father and the other shifters were no longer there. He was about to leave the place once again when he saw his father leaving one of the rooms nearby.
Lachlan looked surprised when he saw Erick looking frazzled. "What's wrong?" he asked his son.
"Dad, we need to talk!"
Lachlan nodded and the two Kendall men left the building. While walking towards the packhouse, knowing that no one could eavesdrop on their conversation, Lachlan then asked, "What is it?"
"Dad, did you say anything to the warlocks? Other than questioning them? Or even talk about something important with Elder Zyair and the others, while in front of the warlocks?" Erick asked hurriedly.
Lachlan looked puzzled at his question.
Erick then informed him about what Master Silas had told him earlier. And also his ȧssumption of perhaps that the warlocks were being 'hypnotised'.
Lachlan was quiet as he listened to his son. And after the latter was done talking, Lachlan simply said, "I know."
"You know??" Erick repeated incredulously.
Lachlan nodded. "I suspected something was wrong when I questioned them. There was something in their eyes that seemed off. Wary, even. Yet…" he admitted.
"So, you didn't say anything crucial in front of them?"
Lachlan shook his head. "No, I didn't." He looked at his son with a ċȯċked eyebrow. "Do you think that I'm that stupid to fall for that trick?"
"Of course not!" Erick hurriedly said.
The two continued their walk, heading for the packhouse, with Erick giving his opinions to the predicament that involves warlocks and Harding.
A few houses away.
Amber was lounging against a sofa, reading the paperbacks that she borrowed from Makena. Earlier, when both Makena and Jeayan had heard that she had returned, they decided to wait until the next morning to see her. They did not want to disturb her, lest she was still sleeping, exhausted from the previous day.
Hence, that very morning, Amber was greeted by the two women, who were crying in happiness and relief when they saw her safe and sound.
Amber looked and felt helpless at that time as she held the two women, who grabbed onto her, on both sides. She kept trying to comfort them, saying she wasn't even hurt and that the other people weren't trying to kidnap her.
She wasn't sure whether they heard her or not because afterwards, they began to plot Master Silas and the other two men's deaths in front of her.
Amber thought it was fortunate that Erick had brought the three men away to the packhouse or if they had met each other, these two women would probably have scratched them to death.
The three of them had breakfast together and even though Amber had eaten earlier with Erick, it doesn't hurt to eat once more, right?
And these women shared the same thoughts, which was that when one wants to have a chat with their friends, it is best to chat while enjoying their food too. So Amber brought to the table a jug of orange juice and a plate filled with scones, jams and creams.
They talked and laughed with one another until Makena told them that she had to go home to prepare early lunch for Hamish. And Jeayan, seeing that Amber probably needs more rest, decided to go home as well.
The two of them said their goodbyes to Amber, which led to the scene where the latter was enjoying her reading, with Luka on her feet, lying down, snoozing.
She was still reading her paperback when Erick had just returned home from the packhouse. She jumped when she felt a soft kiss drop on top of her head. She looked up and saw Erick smiling gently at her.
"Hey, you're back," she greeted, smiling back.
He nodded as he walked around the sofa and then sat down next to her. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him.
She let out a sigh, feeling content. She wished they could stay like this forever.
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Erick was watching his father 'interrogate' the warlocks, together with the other shifters when he realized that Master Silas was not in the room.
With his eyebrows furrowed, he looked around and when he was sure that the other man wasn't in the room, he too left.
He had just left the underground prison when he saw Master Silas talking to Ronan and Toby just outside. The three men have a grim look on their faces as they continue their discussion. It seems like they were in a deep discussion that they did not notice Erick approaching them until Master Silas turned around.
"Erick!" Master Silas exclaimed in surprise.
Erick frowned at him. "What's going on?" he asked him, looking a bit suspicious.
Master Silas glanced over at Ronan and Toby, who understood what their boss was saying without words. They immediately excused themselves and returned back to the packhouse. After they were out of earshot, Master Silas then turned to Erick and said, "There was something odd about those warlocks."
"What do you mean?" Erick asked, his arms crossed across his ċhėst.
The other man swiftly explained that after he had used his skills to make the warlock tell the truth, he could feel that there was something strange about them. He could feel some notion about the warlock being 'possessed'. So, although he was telling the truth, it was not everything. There were still things that the warlock kept inside him.
Erick felt a bit skeptical. How could Master Silas have known about this?
Knowing that the shifter in front of him was feeling doubt about him, he quickly explained once more. Saying that he actually felt a bit unusual after he had grabbed the warlock's jaws. When he looked directly into the warlock's eyes, it was as if there was an empty soul inside the body and it was being used as a mirror. Something like someone was watching Master Silas through the warlock's eyes.
Master Silas rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps everything that has happened was all a ploy to lower our guards against them," he said.
"A ploy?" Erick repeated.
Master Silas nodded.
"This doesn't look as easy as it seems," Erick commented.
Master Silas nodded again. "That, I agree," he said. "Hence why we need to be open-minded. We shouldn't slack and we shouldn't trust the words from the warlocks that much. Even if I had used that technique on them."
"Do you think it was Rehan?" Erick asked. "The one who was looking at you?"
Master Silas shrugged. "I can't be sure. I've never seen this Rehan before. But if he's a warlock, it should be one of his spells."
It was then realization dawned on Erick. He recalled about the Cairin packs being used as the 'window' and thought that the same thing must have happened to these warlocks. Worried that his father might talk about something sėnsɨtɨvė in front of the warlocks, he quickly rushed back to the underground prison, leaving Master Silas alone, looking after him, a puzzled look on his face.
Unfortunately, when he arrived at the room where the warlocks were being held, his father and the other shifters were no longer there. He was about to leave the place once again when he saw his father leaving one of the rooms nearby.
Lachlan looked surprised when he saw Erick looking frazzled. "What's wrong?" he asked his son.
"Dad, we need to talk!"
Lachlan nodded and the two Kendall men left the building. While walking towards the packhouse, knowing that no one could eavesdrop on their conversation, Lachlan then asked, "What is it?"
"Dad, did you say anything to the warlocks? Other than questioning them? Or even talk about something important with Elder Zyair and the others, while in front of the warlocks?" Erick asked hurriedly.
Lachlan looked puzzled at his question.
Erick then informed him about what Master Silas had told him earlier. And also his ȧssumption of perhaps that the warlocks were being 'hypnotised'.
Lachlan was quiet as he listened to his son. And after the latter was done talking, Lachlan simply said, "I know."
"You know??" Erick repeated incredulously.
Lachlan nodded. "I suspected something was wrong when I questioned them. There was something in their eyes that seemed off. Wary, even. Yet…" he admitted.
"So, you didn't say anything crucial in front of them?"
Lachlan shook his head. "No, I didn't." He looked at his son with a ċȯċked eyebrow. "Do you think that I'm that stupid to fall for that trick?"
"Of course not!" Erick hurriedly said.
The two continued their walk, heading for the packhouse, with Erick giving his opinions to the predicament that involves warlocks and Harding.
A few houses away.
Amber was lounging against a sofa, reading the paperbacks that she borrowed from Makena. Earlier, when both Makena and Jeayan had heard that she had returned, they decided to wait until the next morning to see her. They did not want to disturb her, lest she was still sleeping, exhausted from the previous day.
Hence, that very morning, Amber was greeted by the two women, who were crying in happiness and relief when they saw her safe and sound.
Amber looked and felt helpless at that time as she held the two women, who grabbed onto her, on both sides. She kept trying to comfort them, saying she wasn't even hurt and that the other people weren't trying to kidnap her.
She wasn't sure whether they heard her or not because afterwards, they began to plot Master Silas and the other two men's deaths in front of her.
Amber thought it was fortunate that Erick had brought the three men away to the packhouse or if they had met each other, these two women would probably have scratched them to death.
The three of them had breakfast together and even though Amber had eaten earlier with Erick, it doesn't hurt to eat once more, right?
And these women shared the same thoughts, which was that when one wants to have a chat with their friends, it is best to chat while enjoying their food too. So Amber brought to the table a jug of orange juice and a plate filled with scones, jams and creams.
They talked and laughed with one another until Makena told them that she had to go home to prepare early lunch for Hamish. And Jeayan, seeing that Amber probably needs more rest, decided to go home as well.
The two of them said their goodbyes to Amber, which led to the scene where the latter was enjoying her reading, with Luka on her feet, lying down, snoozing.
She was still reading her paperback when Erick had just returned home from the packhouse. She jumped when she felt a soft kiss drop on top of her head. She looked up and saw Erick smiling gently at her.
"Hey, you're back," she greeted, smiling back.
He nodded as he walked around the sofa and then sat down next to her. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him.
She let out a sigh, feeling content. She wished they could stay like this forever.
Erick was watching his father 'interrogate' the warlocks, together with the other shifters when he realized that Master Silas was not in the room. With his eyebrows furrowed, he looked around and when he was sure that the other man wasn't in the room, he too left. He had just left the underground prison when he saw Master Silas talking to Ronan and Toby just outside. The three men have a grim look on their faces as they continue their discussion. It seems like they were in a deep discussion that they did not notice Erick approaching them until Master Silas turned around. "Erick!" Master Silas exclaimed in surprise. Erick frowned at him. "What's going on?" he asked him, looking a bit suspicious. Master Silas glanced over at Ronan and Toby, who understood what their boss was saying without words. They immediately excused themselves and returned back to the packhouse. After they were out of earshot, Master Silas then turned to Erick and said, "There was something odd about those warlocks." "What do you mean?" Erick asked, his arms crossed across his hst. The other man swiftly explained that after he had used his skills to make the warlock tell the truth, he could feel that there was something strange about them. He could feel some notion about the warlock being 'possessed'. So, although he was telling the truth, it was not everything. There were still things that the warlock kept inside him. Erick felt a bit skeptical. How could Master Silas have known about this? Knowing that the shifter in front of him was feeling doubt about him, he quickly explained once more. Saying that he actually felt a bit unusual after he had grabbed the warlock's jaws. When he looked directly into the warlock's eyes, it was as if there was an empty soul inside the body and it was being used as a mirror. Something like someone was watching Master Silas through the warlock's eyes. Master Silas rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps everything that has happened was all a ploy to lower our guards against them," he said. "A ploy?" Erick repeated. Master Silas nodded. "This doesn't look as easy as it seems," Erick commented. Master Silas nodded again. "That, I agree," he said. "Hence why we need to be open-minded. We shouldn't slack and we shouldn't trust the words from the warlocks that much. Even if I had used that technique on them." "Do you think it was Rehan?" Erick asked. "The one who was looking at you?" Master Silas shrugged. "I can't be sure. I've never seen this Rehan before. But if he's a warlock, it should be one of his spells." It was then realization dawned on Erick. He recalled about the Cairin packs being used as the 'window' and thought that the same thing must have happened to these warlocks. Worried that his father might talk about something snstv in front of the warlocks, he quickly rushed back to the underground prison, leaving Master Silas alone, looking after him, a puzzled look on his face. Unfortunately, when he arrived at the room where the warlocks were being held, his father and the other shifters were no longer there. He was about to leave the place once again when he saw his father leaving one of the rooms nearby. Lachlan looked surprised when he saw Erick looking frazzled. "What's wrong?" he asked his son. "Dad, we need to talk!" Lachlan nodded and the two Kendall men left the building. While walking towards the packhouse, knowing that no one could eavesdrop on their conversation, Lachlan then asked, "What is it?" "Dad, did you say anything to the warlocks? Other than questioning them? Or even talk about something important with Elder Zyair and the others, while in front of the warlocks?" Erick asked hurriedly. Lachlan looked puzzled at his question. Erick then informed him about what Master Silas had told him earlier. And also his ssumption of perhaps that the warlocks were being 'hypnotised'. Lachlan was quiet as he listened to his son. And after the latter was done talking, Lachlan simply said, "I know." "You know??" Erick repeated incredulously. Lachlan nodded. "I suspected something was wrong when I questioned them. There was something in their eyes that seemed off. Wary, even. Yet" he admitted. "So, you didn't say anything crucial in front of them?" Lachlan shook his head. "No, I didn't." He looked at his son with a ked eyebrow. "Do you think that I'm that stupid to fall for that trick?" "Of course not!" Erick hurriedly said. The two continued their walk, heading for the packhouse, with Erick giving his opinions to the predicament that involves warlocks and Harding. A few houses away. Amber was lounging against a sofa, reading the paperbacks that she borrowed from Makena. Earlier, when both Makena and Jeayan had heard that she had returned, they decided to wait until the next morning to see her. They did not want to disturb her, lest she was still sleeping, exhausted from the previous day. Hence, that very morning, Amber was greeted by the two women, who were crying in happiness and relief when they saw her safe and sound. Amber looked and felt helpless at that time as she held the two women, who grabbed onto her, on both sides. She kept trying to comfort them, saying she wasn't even hurt and that the other people weren't trying to kidnap her. She wasn't sure whether they heard her or not because afterwards, they began to plot Master Silas and the other two men's deaths in front of her. Amber thought it was fortunate that Erick had brought the three men away to the packhouse or if they had met each other, these two women would probably have scratched them to death. The three of them had breakfast together and even though Amber had eaten earlier with Erick, it doesn't hurt to eat once more, right? And these women shared the same thoughts, which was that when one wants to have a chat with their friends, it is best to chat while enjoying their food too. So Amber brought to the table a jug of orange juice and a plate filled with scones, jams and creams. They talked and laughed with one another until Makena told them that she had to go home to prepare early lunch for Hamish. And Jeayan, seeing that Amber probably needs more rest, decided to go home as well. The two of them said their goodbyes to Amber, which led to the scene where the latter was enjoying her reading, with Luka on her feet, lying down, snoozing. She was still reading her paperback when Erick had just returned home from the packhouse. She jumped when she felt a soft kiss drop on top of her head. She looked up and saw Erick smiling gently at her. "Hey, you're back," she greeted, smiling back. He nodded as he walked around the sofa and then sat down next to her. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him. She let out a sigh, feeling content. She wished they could stay like this forever.
