HUNTED-Chapter 400: Twilight

Turning around, she smiled up at him sheepishly, constantly feeling small between her brothers and dad. It wasn’t just their auras but their powerfully built sizes. Damon Cross was beyond that.

With only a few streaks of bright white in his otherwise entirely black hair, Damon looked just as young as Eamon, making them look more like brothers than father and son. Young yet still unapologetically fierce and strict.

He was a force to be reckoned with. For his daughters, however, he did have a much softer approach most of the time.

"Eamon distracted me," Keira replied apologetically.

"Inside." Damon nodded toward the living room. He wasn’t softening to her smile. This was bad.

He followed Keira and Eamon into the living room and kept the door open.

"Eamon, this is between me and your sister," Damon said coolly.

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"She did nothing wrong. Well, she could have stood up for herself…" Eamon trailed off as Damon held his hand up, quietening him.

"You don’t think driving to school without her guards is doing anything wrong?" Damon questioned, fixing his eyes on Eamon then to Keira.

Keira flopped down on the sofa, feeling tiny and holding a pillow to her chest, awaiting to be scolded by her dad.

Damon and Eamon’s presences filled up the entire room. Her dad always seemed larger than life, godly, in so many ways. He was not only the pack’s protector but the family’s.

Right now, he was most likely going to dish out a punishment for her behaviour this morning—something she’d forgotten entirely about and it seemed almost like a few days had passed since then. That was all thanks to the new students and their behaviour in the academy.

It was the first time she’d felt uncomfortable with others of her kind. She’d always been well protected when she sensed and passed humans that weren’t quite so adaptable to the supernatural creatures living among them.

"What?" Eamon looked at Keira as well, his expression almost identical to their dad’s. It was both scary and comical.

So it was a little reckless this morning, but she felt so good after that ride! That feeling was long gone after the strange day she’d had.

"Eamon," Damon asserted.

Eamon clicked his tongue and left the room, making it somewhat less tense. The flat screen tv on the wall flashed with the news, the volume on mute but the lighting casting shadows across Keira’s features as she partially ignored it. It appeared to be a repeat of the news coverage from the morning about the return of the Cross daughters to Silver Crescent.

Keira remained silent, waiting for her dad’s verdict.

Damon sighed, sitting down beside her. The cushioning flattened beneath his muscular form, and his weight caused Keira to slide slowly towards him.

"I know it’s hard," Damon began. "But security is there for a reason, Twilight."

Twilight, there it was, the little nickname he called her since she was young. It was a bit of a guilt trip but she would never correct him for the name. Twilight was a cool character in a book Keira had read when she was young. She wanted to be exactly like him.

"I was going to be late for school," Keira huffed. "I hope Amerie was told off. She’s the one who posted about our return on her account. If I hadn’t gone through the back route and rode on my bike, I wouldn’t have made it in time."

She grimaced a little, remembering the latest post about her punctured tyres. The media didn’t know about her bike. Now they did. They might not let her pass next time.

"We’ve already had a word with your sister. She knows better than that… But we’re not talking about Amerie. Keira, there are many dangers out there, and I’m not talking about the media. Your mum and I may have formed some peace with other creatures and humans, but there are others who would love to make us and our children pay.

Besides, there’s a lot going on right now, so we need to stay extra vigilant. Can you please accept being driven to school from now on?"

Keira’s shoulders slumped and she looked at her hands, unable to handle her dad’s piercing gaze. He was right. It was reckless, but she couldn’t help it. It was her first day back at the academy, and she was already going to be late because of the media.

"Yeah. It won’t happen again," she murmured.

"Good." Damon placed his hand on the top of her head. "You’re precious to us. I don’t want to see you get hurt."

"It’s a good thing I know how to fight," Keira grinned up at him, though it had already cracked and dwindled when she realised her wolf was still yet to come through.

Out of all their children, she was the disappointment—they never voiced it, never even indicated such thoughts, but it was clear who was the most unimpressive one in the family.

Damon chuckled, unaware of his daughter’s darkening thoughts.

"Have you reprimanded our daughter yet?" Aila waltzed in, eating from a small vine of grapes and plopping down on the other side of Keira, resting the side of her head on Keira’s shoulder. "You know you hurt Finn’s feelings."

Keira frowned, taking one of her mum’s grapes. "I’m sure Finn is such a CRYBABY," Keira exclaimed loudly, fully aware that the Delta, the Luna’s guard, was just outside the door to the living room.

"Hey." Finn pushed open the door. "Not cool."

Keira snorted. "I’m sorry for ditching you this morning." She wondered when or if he would tell her parents about the punctured tyres.

At that moment, all three adults turned their heads toward the TV. Damon reached for the remote and turned up the volume.

"They’re doing it again," Aila breathed shakily. "Those bastards."

"Who?" Keira looked between her parents and back to the screen. "What are you talking about?"

’Four children abducted from St Ives school in Branson.’ The news flash read at the bottom of the TV screen while the reporter spoke in front of the school.

"The Order," Aila sighed. "Those poor kids."