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
Rosalie One of the hooded figures stepped forwards, throwing her hood back over her head. “What do you know of the demon of darkness?” She demands. I take a small step back in surprise at the creature that was hidden beneath the shadows of the cloak. I was almost certain that the figure was at least human. But she was so altered that she no longer looked human at all. Her eyes were blood red, the iris transformed into slits like two slashes into an abyss. Across her too pale skin, were swirling black lines swooping into the form of ancient ruins that seemed to move under the opaque surface, moving and changing form like they were living things all in their own right. They covered her hairless head and disappeared beneath the fabric of her garment. I could only imagine that they were littered around the rest of her body as well. I gulped my surprise back, attempting to keep my steely expression mutual as I gaze upon the woman. “I am Rosalie Black, daughter in law of Melinda Walke
Estelle The dank smell of decay assaulted my senses as I climb down the steep steps. The slick stones beneath my feet threatening to send me toppling with one small miss-step.“I hate this place.” I mutter. Righting my footing yet again as a stone crumbles out from beneath me, sending a wave of small stones rattling down into the gloom below.This place had always reminded me of death.Even as a little girl, when my father had brought me here for the first time, an excitable ten year old girl, surrounded by my brother’s. Eager to see the Schmidtz family vault. The source of our powers, and a historic linage that could be traced back to the awakening of magic. I realised that this place was far from the fairytale tower of my dreams.Our family had held to the old ways.And it wasn’t until the fateful day that my father presented me at the Malificus Acus that I realised just what that meant.Blood.Sacrifice.Pain.Everything that I cringed back from at such a tender age.I couldn’t und
RosalieIt didn’t take long before the whole pack was aware of news about our expanding family.Just in the short distance from his home to the pack house, it felt like we bumped into every member of the pack in turn.The afternoon seemed to go by quickly.And the pack members seemed to amass at the pack house, all gathering around to wish us well.If it weren’t for the niggling feeling in the pit of my heart, then everything would have been perfect.By the time the sun was beginning to set in the sky, I found myself getting ever the more weary. Seeking the refuge of the evening air, I found myself walking out onto the patio, watching the sun setting in the sky. A glass of non-alcoholic prosecco left untouched on the garden wall as mull over the pain I was feeling deep inside.“Rosie?” Landon came to stand behind me, his strong arms wrapping around me from behind, drawing me into his warmth.I went willingly. Relishing the way my body fitting into his. How his slightly heightened core
RosalieThe gate squeaked with a vulgar cry, the sort of high pitch groan that wrang right through your brain setting your teeth on edge.Cringing against the sound, I wasn’t surprised to find the front door swinging open only moments later.“So much for surprising you.” I walk the short distance up the path to the front door of Landon’s home. He was situated just down from the main pack house in the Beta’s cottage.He had grown up here. It belonged to his family before they had been killed, and was gifted to him by Alpha Richard when he came of age. His formative teenage years he has grown up in the pack house under the care of Jo and Richard.“Sorry, I have been meaning to fix that.” He eyes the gate with an embarrassed frown, his hand reaching up to scratch the back of his head as a pale red blush crept up his neck.“On the plus side,” I try to break the awkwardness that had settled between us, “at least you won’t ever get caught out doing something you shouldn’t be!”That was it.
Rosalie Summer was finally here. And feeling the warmth on my face was bliss.Finally reconciling to the idea of my own time, being my future, had been a difficult one. But none the less, I seemed to have found a new rhythm.I hadn’t been ready to fully commit myself to falling headlong into a new relationship. And Landon had been immensely patient with me.No longer wanting to feel a burden to Alpha Richard and Luna Jo, who had taken on responsibility of the pack whilst Drake and Steph took some time for themselves in the wake of all that had happened. I had made the decision to move out of the pack house.It was in Rose Cottage that I found my new normal.It had been difficult at first. Moving into what was my former home. A home which I had made with Alexander and our children.But after the first few months, I found myself now finding comfort in the memories I found here.Some modernisations into the new age, and it starting to feel like a home worthy of times I found myself.It
AlexanderI stood in the midst of the carnage around me.My face taking in the blood-soaked field surrounding me impassively. Bodies littered the ground densely. Heads decapitated; limbs ripped from the sockets.Those unfortunate ones that had now been delivered a deathly blow, lay limp on the ground, crying out in pain. Unable to stand up and leave the battle ground under their own steam, they would eventually succumb to a bittersweet end. Their open wounds would eventually become infected, and they would die miserable and in pain as their blood turned to poison in their veins. That is, if hunger did not get there first.Try as I might, I could not feel anything for the miserable souls lying on the ground.This war had raged for two years.Two years of battle and blood.When one battle was fought, the next would begin. All amassing here, at Castle Black.The blood-soaked ground would never be the same again.I watched as great pyres were built to dispose of the bodies. Pile, upon pil
RosalieI followed the rocky path in the moonlight. Wrapping my arms about myself trying to stave off the chilly evening air.I hadn’t come dressed for such an outing. But I couldn’t put it off any longer.Thorns snagged at my jeans and jumper as I kept walking, determined to get where I needed to go. I barely felt the little scratches as I pushed on forwards.By the time the stone circle appeared before me, the crescent moon was almost at its peak.The bright white slither looking down on me and lighting up the clearing with ease. It seemed especially large tonight.“You don’t get to choose my path for me!” I shout at the sky. I had no idea if she would hear me or not. I guess I am no longer her daughter. I am merely a human.I waited, perhaps for an answer, but none came.Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, one foot in front of the other until I came to the central alter stone. Placing a hand on the hard, cold surface and waited.I am not sure what I was expecting. Even after t
RosalieI woke up to a blinding light coming through the window. Blinking in the early morning sun, using my own hand to shield my eyes from the blinding sun.As my body caught up with the rude awakening, I slowly became more aware of the ache radiating through my body. Every inch from my neck down to my pelvis felt abused.My mind slowly caught up with itself. And for a moment in a blind panic, I realised what happened the day before.Sitting up with a start, looking over to the empty side of the bed.He was gone. Landon was not there. I reached out a hand and felt the sheets. They were cold. He had been gone for some time.Wrapping my bedsheet about my naked body, taking in the wrecked bookcase, the contents now littered over the bedroom floor, I moved to the mirror. Taking in my apparent, “just fucked” appearance. My hair held an uncanny resemblance to a bird’s nest, my lips puffy and red. I should have been aware of how fragile my human body was without the protection and healing
Rosalie“Don’t stop!” I gasp, as he suckled on my collar bone and over my breast. I could feel everything right down into the pit of my stomach. And I could feel myself growing slick under his touch.“Fuck Rosie, you scent is so fucking amazing.” Landon all but growled, his teeth clenching as my top was ripped from my torso and discarded in a pile of rags on top of the broken bookcase.His large hand pushed aside the cup of my bra and fondled the delicate skin of my nipples. His teeth grazing them in turn with want, teasing each peak to a point.“Ohhh!” I moan my hips thrusting towards him, looking for more. “Landon, please.” I moan, begging him for something. I wasn’t sure what, but I just knew I needed more.Landon seemed to know exactly what I wanted without the need to be told. In the next moment, I found myself pulled away from the wall and laid out onto the soft covering of the bed. The rest of my clothes easily discarded so I was laid out in nothing by my underwear. My boobs po
RosalieSilence.That was all I could hear.Silence.It was deafening.It had been a fortnight since Tenebris had been vanquished.Since Steph had been killed.The Eclipse pack was in full mourning for the loss of a daughter. And there seemed to be no end to it. Not that I hoped for an end to it.I simply couldn’t bring myself to believe it was real.Steph had died saving me. And the guilt that surrounded me was overwhelming.“Rosie?” There was a gentle knock on the door. I turned to find Landon stood in the doorway, a tray of food in his hands. “Rosie, you need to eat something. It has been days.”He was right. I hadn’t eaten more than a mouthful of anything since it happened. Nothing tasted right. He all just felt like ash in my mouth.Landon had been patient with me. Even though he was in mourning himself. He still made sure to look after me. I was grateful for him. With him by myside life was a little more bearable.“Alpha Richard has declared that the pack begin to move out of mo