A while later, they began their journey as he carried the unconscious Landon, Greg, and Sophie in tow.From a faraway expanse, even from the elevated ridges, Sophie could see the ancient massive oak trees and an assortment of birch for as far as the eyes could see, moss-green fields intersected by stone markers being hosted by slaves and serfs in jute clothing. With her enhanced eyesight, she saw the horses trundle by hauling the scattered plow, steam surging like spirits from their withers. An underprivileged medieval village below consisted not only of the built-up area of cottages, old buildings, grasslands, wooden huts, and orchards but also the surrounding fields from which the dwellers derived their livelihoods."I wonder how hard it is to find a decent soup in this era," Sophie grumbled.Greg smiled and said, "Well, if I'm not mistaken, under King James I, soap makers were given 'special privileges' and the soap industry started developing more rapidly, although soaps were gene
Sage picked up the lead in perfect rhythm, tucking his head while Landon was still unconscious on his shoulder. By then, his smell and the sight of him were etched in Sophie's mind. She found herself always aware of him; her senses automatically kept track of him, as if she were afraid he would disappear from her view. In such close proximity, she could not help but notice his every move, breath, and heartbeat. This man was breathtaking; there was no doubt about that, even with his silly shoes. Still, he was sexy and, above all, so enticingly hot. By then, she had to admit a certain awareness of and fondness for him. Even now, in the proximate safety of strange lands and the road less traveled, she doesn't trust herself quite enough—not to daydream about him. His kisses, his lips on her—she shook her head. He looks rather edible, really, or was it her tummy talking? She thought to herself. However, Sage's eyes were constantly scanning the flat tree line and unshaped hills, and even a
"How did you know me?" Sage asked the old woman."I expected nothing less, and I know about your memory loss too," she replied, motioning for them to come inside her little abode."I might need you to tell me about my stay here, woman," Sage announced as he leaned on the walls and eyed Sophie, who was now smiling and giving him a knowing smirk."Is that a rogue on your shoulder, Alpha Sage?" the old woman asked."Yes, he needs help, unfortunately. Can I count on you to help with this one? He is my, um, brother.""You have a brother?""Yes.""And why was he rogue?""I don't know, he was not supposed to be here. But as you see, he is here.""Eallriht then, anything you ask, my lord. You know how grateful we are to see you again, and it's our great honor. So any help we can offer is our proud service to you; my family was indebted to you, after all."Sage plopped the unconscious man on the little bed in the far corner of the small cottage. "Do everything for him to regain his consciousne
As they enjoyed their food, they discussed the upcoming war. The second werewolves war, between the packs of the north and the south.Eve murmured while Sophie sipped her tea. "When the first treaty reached its end in the Cold War, the pack of the south was perceived to have attacked one of the pack members of the north, such an act breaking the treaty," Eve said with a spoon in her hands oozing with delicious-looking sauce Raymond was stewing in the kitchen."Ronald, the son of the southern pack Alpha, was known to have broken the treaty, and that action had moved to commence the war all over again," she said in dismay while everyone was enjoying their food."What happened in the first war? Was it about the land?" Sophie asked when her curiosity kicked in."Indeed, milady. It's always about the land. They fought for the stupid land. The south of the pack wants to seize the entire werewolf community, including the south; however, they fought and ended a war with a treaty.""I see, thi
"Sophie, can you stop pacing around?" Sage complained. He looked around and rolled his eyes at the woman. "You are giving me a headache, and please stop thinking, or maybe shield your mind; you are making me crazy.""Seriously? You want me to not think?" She groaned, "What do you want me to do, stare blankly in the ceiling like some crazy person? Of course I think so. I think when I'm nervous.""What the hell are you nervous about?""Because I can't see a vision... not even a hint.""Well, thank the gods for that."Sophie knitted her brow before saying, "What the hell do you mean by that?""Sophie, it's not time for you to have vision, or else we’ll end up attracting demons." "Oh! Okay!""Now, stop pacing around.""Why are you such a dickhead, Sage? How could I stop worrying when everything has been crazy? No vision? And may I remind you to stop reading my mind again?"What a dick. Sinfully hot dick! She thought to herself.An ass too. One moment he was making her cum, eating her like
Landon now remembered something: the attack, the ambush; someone kidnapped them on the farm and tortured them; his mate... Cherryl was hurt. She was bleeding. Dying.God. What happened to us?This is all my fault.He became the pawn; it was a demon with a bull mask that he remembered... Then something happened. He was sucked into darkness and... nothing. He woke up alone, naked in the dark mountain... Three hundred years from the past.Rogues tortured him to death and left him tied upside down on the tree for the vultures of the woods to finish him. Yet, here he was, alive and somehow on the edge of his sanity. Was he dead?Is this hell? He thought to himself."Help! It's painful, help!" He grumbled, and someone grabbed his hands and offered him some soothing words and mysterious promises. Magical warmth soothed his mind."Landon, it's me, Sophie. Are you okay? What happened? Do you remember me?" Someone asked him in total panic.Sophie?Sophie Savannah?His ex-fiancee?He urged in sh
Sophie was just listening to their conversation and getting lost in the different voices of her ex-fiance.Where the hell was her sister, Cherryl? Was it possible that she came with him too?Landon sounded like he came from the dead. He sounded so sad and lonely. She wanted to hug him, and offered him a warm embrace to soothe his fears and worries."Do not hug him, Sophie, nor are you allowed to touch him." A voice whispered in her mind."Sage, I told you to stop reading my mind.""And I told you, I'll kill him if he hurts you in any way, so choose carefully." The voice mumbled back; it was like daring her to do so. `"Jerk." She groaned, "He couldn't hurt me; I'll make sure of that, and you said he'd been enchanted, right?""Yes, cursed too, but you still have to be careful. I mean what I say, and I say what I mean."A few minutes later, after yet another meal from Landon, he began to talk. "Luna Sophie, my deepest apology for not remembering you, but I have never seen you before, and
Sophie began to pace in the garden a few hours later, and questions upon questions lingered in her mind. Dammit, what if he landed somewhere instead of where Landon's body had been placed? What if he— God, worrying this much made her brain ache? She thought, what if he couldn't control his landing? What if he ended up in a different future, or maybe even further in the past? She was worried, and the anticipation of asking him about his feelings for her made her anxious, but she knew better to learn how to wait with patience to feel real happiness. In that split second before he kissed her and touched hers, every nerve in her body and brain was electrified. It was like the anticipation of being together in a way that's more than words, in a way that's so completely tangible. And how the hell did he now mention to Eve how he cared for her?She was nervous and knew that when she was about to do something big, and so these emotions have become markers for her to find her bravery to go. H