The drizzle from the day before has left the ground soft, so each step I took, my stilettoed heel sunk into the ground. I cursed Steph inwardly for her poor choice of footwear, wishing I wore my timberland boots instead, which would have been so much more appropriate.
Steph bounded up beside me and grabbed hold of my arm.
“Oh my Goddess Rosie, you look like a baby deer taking its first steps.” She laughs at me as I try not to fall face first into the mud.
“It’s not my fault, someone decided to make me wear six inch heels to a mud bath.” I replied stonily, as I hold onto her tightly whilst taking a small step forward. “I’m not used to heels at the best of times Steph.” I sigh.
“No one would guess, really.” She says, chewing her bottom lip in an attempt to be serious.
Before I could take another step forward, I couldn’t help but laugh at her funny expression, twisted between trying to remain impassive and hiding her mirth, her wide eyes
“Rosalie…” the voice called out on the wind. I look around me, trying to catch a glimpse of someone, anyone playing a prank on me. But there was no one. I listened to the sound of the forest, not even the shuffling of a fox on the path, or an owl swooping through the trees could be heard. Not the subtle pounding of a heartbeat or even the level breathing of another living creature. I was alone, of that, I was sure. Yet the voice was real. As real as if the person were stood in front of me right now. The voice was distinctly feminine, mothering even. It washed through me making me feel completely at ease. There was a part of me telling me that I could trust this voice, that it meant me no harm. “Your future awaits you, Rosalie.” The voice calls to me again. I take a tentative step forward, in the direction of where I think it is coming from. Following the sound of the whispers that seem to follow me about. My feet crunch along the well-worn path, litte
I woke up to the worst headache ever, sunlight hitting my face and burning my eyes. I blink trying to clear my vision when I realise that I am still outside and laid out like a starfish on the same altar stone that the voice told me to touch last night. I look about in confusion, wondering what on earth had happened to me last night. I remember following the voice, and I remember the eclipse happing. But after that everything was blank. Pulling myself up from the stone, my dirty feet hitting the earth with a thud. I look about wondering if anyone had thought to come and find me by now. Surely Steph would have realised I was missing when I didn’t return last night. I look towards the hill that the bonfire was on, only to find that the once clear hill, was now completely covered in trees and thrash. Not even the residual smoke drifting in the air that you would usually expect to see the morning after a big bonfire. I rub my temples slowly trying to clear my min
“Oh Goddess, I have time travelled.” I said, out loud. Much to the confusion of the men next to me. They looked at each other in a silent conversation before pulling me forward once again. Obviously looking forward to discarding their charge. Panic surged in me at the crazy through of time travel actually being real, I felt like I was going crazy. But how else can I explain what had happened to me. The sudden appearance of Castle Black. The lack of anyone that I recognised. I was pulled through a busy town centre littered with wooden carts laden with food, and so many omegas it made my head spin. Not even my pack back home had this many wolves in it. Stone huts with thatched roofs lined the busy streets, none of them were the perfect chocolate box houses that I so loved England for. They look little better than hovels. And don’t even get me started at the stench that rose from primitive ditches which lined each side of the street, raw sewage flowing down through the
“Oouff” The air is knocked out of me as my guard unceremoniously shoves into a room and I fall onto a cold floor. The door was slammed shut behind me and an audible click of a key locking the door sounded. Looking around the room I realise that the “chamber” was more of an apartment than anything. I walked forward into a perfectly circular room. Based off of the sheer volume of stairs I had just been forced to climb, I assume that I am in one of the turrets that adorned each corner of the castle. I was stood in a living area. A fire roared cheerily in the stone hearth on the opposite wall to the main door, doing little to offer any real warmth, was enough to take the chill off of the autumn air. Several high back upholstered chairs sat around the fire in a large horseshoe. A dark wooden table and chairs sat pride of place in the centre of the room. There was little in the way of femininity in the room. No trinkets or vases full of flowers. The room was altogether min
I watch his bulky form taking up the doorway, his eyes locked on me. I stand up hastily from the bed, startled by his deep voice and sudden appearance. As I stood, the sudden weight made my legs give out from beneath me. I hadn’t realised how tired I was, my body ached, my feet sore from having walked barefoot for so long. I could feel myself falling to the floor in a heap of sheets and mud. But before I reached the ground, a strong arm wrapped around me and brought me back to my feet. The contact lit an electric current through me like nothing I had ever felt before. “I’m sorry, I just assumed…” I stuttered over myself. His blue eyes peered down at me. He held no expression on his face, the only sign of his humanity being the slow steady thump of his heart through his chest. For a moment, his eyes held mine, his lips only a breath away. My wolf purred at the intimate contact. In that moment I watched as my mate began to bend forward, as if ready to t
The temperature in the room seems to plummet with his departure. I shiver involuntarily, and once again settle back into the blanket. It didn’t take long before a group of omega girls arrived in the apartment and began to set up a bath in front of the bedroom fire. Once the metal tub had been brought in and filled with steaming water, they left with a small bow and closed the door softly behind them. I sink into the water gratefully. Enjoying the heat eradicating the lingering chill in my body. The omegas had scattered some lavender scented oils and flower heads into the water, which only relaxed me further. My eyes began to shut against the exhaustion, as I sank further into the warm depths. Lulled by the heady scent of my mate’s scent and lavender, I began to slip into a deep slumber. My last thought being the steely blue gaze of my mates’ eyes. By the time I woke again, I was no longer in the water. Instead, I had been wrapped up in a thick
There was nothing that I could think that helped to reassure my roiling mind. I had no way to explain how Alexander had come to be in procession of my portrait. Or how it ended up the hidden drawer of his desk. We had never met before, of that, I was sure. So how did he come to have it? It was obvious that he had not looked at the item in question for some time, based off of the amount of undisturbed dust that was gathered there. But it was still there. A shiver ran down my spin, and fear sparked in the pit of my stomach. Had he known I would come this whole time. Was he expecting me to arrive? No surely that couldn’t be the case. He was so cold towards me when we met in the throne room. If anything, he seemed annoyed I was there at all. I twirled the locket in my hand, in concentration. Trying to piece together the pieces or my fragmented mind. There was only one way to settle any of this, and that was to ask Alexander
Three days in solitude. Three. Days. And the only people I had seen during that period was Maddison and Alice who came each morning and evening to get me changed. And a serving girl at mealtimes to drop off food, who I found out this morning was named Nancy. Like the two sisters, Nancy barely looked in my direction, and quickly scuttled away as soon as she had dropped off the food. I felt bored for the first time in my life. A feeling which I hated. I was much to used to being the keeper of my own time. Freedom was something that I had taken for granted until I now. I had already exhausted the collection of books that Alexander kept in the small wooden bookcase in the living area on the first floor. I had completely rearranged the furniture of the round room and then put it all back again out of sheer boredom. I had “accidentally” thrown the bear skin rug out of the window, purely because its glassy eyes and sharp teeth gave me the heeb