Alexander By the time we have returned to Castle Black, the autumn winds were in full swing. September had always been a temperamental month. Moving so quickly from summer to fall in the blink of an eye. The warmth of the sun was quickly disappearing, replaced with gusts that brought the leaves swirling from the skies, and littering the floor, blanketing them in a patchwork of colours. As we neared the turreted castle, the feeling of foreboding was beginning to settle in. We had only been gone for a matter of a week. Yet, the general feeling surrounding our home, was somehow darker than when we left. The fields, whilst usually busy, were empty, devoid of workers, of women trying to exhaust their feral children. There were no wolves hunting in the surrounding woodlands, looking for food to feed their family. It was quiet. Far too quiet. As we approached the Castle, I was able to reach out to my second in command to find out what was happening. “Arthur?” I enquired, “Arthur what
Rosalie History was beginning to come true. And couldn’t help that horror that filled my heart as I watched it unfold before me. I knew very little about the Black family history despite my having come from the future. When I had come to stay with the Eclipse pack, I didn’t give their local history much notice. It certainly wasn’t something I sought to know. I had a vague idea of what befell them from listening to Granny Lou’s stories. But that was all they were to me. Stories that she told the children, enthralling them with big ideas of scary Alpha Kings, and maidens that came to the rescue. I knew the outline, but not the details. And that lack of knowledge scared me more than anything. I knew that the fated Last Alpha King, Alexander Black, was at the helm when the werewolf kingdom fell. That the grief of loosing his mate, made him weak. Weak enough that his enemies descended in and ravaged the land until there was little left. That the son, Thomas Black, would pick up the piece
Rosalie The idea of having to meet with Estelle was soul draining. I had no wish to have to be in her company for longer than absolutely necessary. Not knowing if she was even still in Castle Black, which seemed unlikely given the tone of what was happening here. It would be just my luck that she had up sticks and left to return to her own home in Wales. I sent for a messenger to try and track down where she had gone. In the meantime, heading for the one place that I had been absent from for far too long. The nursery. We had not had the homecoming that we had hoped for. After a week of not seeing or being able to speak to our children, it should have been the first priority when we arrived back in the castle. Unfortunately, life seemed to have other plans. Foisting a mountain of issues in our laps which had meant that seeing the small group that came before all else, was delayed. Standing in the doorway, peering into the bright room that housed our growing brood, it was enough t
Rosalie I had been right in my fears. Estelle was no longer in the area. Which meant that any hopes of getting an answer on the witch’s grimoire were not going to be answered any time soon. There was nothing else for it, other than to send a message detailing exactly what we sought. In one way, I was glad. It was no secret that we had no lost affection between us. Ordinarily, I would be glad for her not being in the vicinity. Her presence only led to me feeling on edge. But on this occasion, I had hoped that she would be. The sooner that the grimoire was discovered, the sooner I could begin to track down any remaining relatives of my mother-in-law. Lucille had helped me to arrange the missive before sending someone to deliver it. All we could do now, was hope for a swift response. It has been almost three weeks since our return from the moors, and I was no further forward than I had been then. And the longer Estelle took to respond, the closer we drew to my giving birth. An event
Alexander It was hopeless. I look at the map before me. It had been weeks and it was like we had hit a stalemate. Were they here to attack? Or simply scare us into submission by the sheer volume sat on our shore? “They are waiting for something.” A young wolf declares, studying the wooden ships amassed before us. “I think we have all already established that, pup.” Another growled. A series of rumbles sounding around the table in agreement. The young boy went red with embarrassment before stepping into the shadows and out of sight. The mood was beginning to grow strained. And it was getting to the point where I was left with no other choice. The size of the fleet should have been enough to have alerted the humans. As of yet, they seemed unaware. A blessing considering everything else happening around us currently. The only answer that I had come to on this, was that they were using witchcraft to hide themselves from anyone who had no sight of the supernatural world that they li
Rosalie I didn’t need him to say anything, the look on his face alone was enough to tell me that the day I had dreaded had arrived. I walked into our tower, which had become our refuge through some of the hardest moments of our time together and stopped in the doorway. Alex sat in wait. The weight of world resting on his shoulders, and I just knew what was coming. “When do you leave?” I ask, trepidation flowing through my veins as I shut the door closed with a soft click. “You never cease to amaze me my Rosa.” He replies slowly, drinking down the remaining amber liquid in a glass beside him. “First thing.” Dread filled my gut. Warning bells ringing in my ears. It was all becoming far too much. “Then this could be our last night together.” I reply bitterly. The gravity of the situation coming to wrap around me like a blanket. The feeling of claustrophobia was stifling, and there was nothing I could do to stop any of it from happening. I wanted to be supportive. I truly did. I kn
Four months later…. Rosalie I stood in front of the dreary looking building, which towered above me. The weather had turned artic in the recent days. Snow swirled around in the air about me. Clinging to my travel cloak and in my hair. The air blasted the frozen droplets about, covering all signs of life. I couldn’t even follow the path set out my travelling companion merely feet in front of me. The snow covered the footprints as quickly as they were made. It had not been easy making my way up the steep incline to my end destination. My protruding stomach had become a reminder of the countdown that had begun many moons ago. Yet here I was. Hoping, with everything left within me, that it would lead to much needed answers. Answers were what I needed more than anything. More than four months had passed since Alexander had gone east. News from the front had been as quiet from him, as it had been from Estelle. But after my eighth letter to the Luna of the Lleuad Blaidd pack, she
Rosalie The Maleficus Acus was not what I had imagined it to be. Something with name as prolific as the witch’s needle brought to mind a spikey building reaching for the sky, piercing the clouds with its sharp point. However, here we were, stood in front of a clumpy tower that seemed pointless in its creation and hardly large enough to hold the secrets of covens from across the world since the beginning of time. Perhaps the winter mist that shrouded the ground and building in its embrace, and the piles of mounded snow took away any sort of majesty from the building. I turned to Lucille with a questioning look. She seems just as surprised as I was. “Are you sure we are in the right place?” I ask her. Turning back to the building, attempting to peer through the thick mists to see if there were any other tall hills near by that perhaps housed the place we were looking for. “I am sure.” Lucille nodded. “This is where the old lady told us to go.” She too peered about, doubting her ow