XXVI

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