***Daphne POV ***Throwing on a pair of black jeans shorts , a white cropped t-shirt and my black vans I was ready for a day wandering beneath the city of Rome. The catacombs ran for miles and covered different periods of history. Most were tied to the Catholic faith but there was Jewish catacombs and Roman ones. The oldest Catacombs were where I was hoping maybe we would find the symbol but these were not necessarily open to the public. So today Max and I were doing a recon mission to see where we could possibly break in and wander the older catacombs. Whilst the catacombs were overseen by the Holy See the catacombs of St Callixtus were under the care of the Salesian Fathers. I had from general research open to the public realised that only five of the catacombs were open to the Public San Sebastiano, San Callisto, Priscilla, Domitilla, and Sant'Agnese. This meant Max and I were going to have to track down the local Watcher and see what he could help us with on a supernatural level.
Max.The drive to the Catacombs was amazing I loved riding a bike and having Daphne pushed that close to me sending delicious mate tingles through me added to the free feeling. This wasn't quite my bike it was one front he Royal Fleet in Europe. Daphne had mused why they would keep a bike but when she saw how people drove around Rome and the narrowness of the ancient streets it became clear to her. We had wandered the tourist open Catacombs listening to the guide and scanning the walls for any sign of a symbol that may help us. We both knew we wouldn't find it in the catacombs of St Callixtus but we had to start somewhere and as two eighteen year old who had only recently learnt what a catacomb was we were finding our feet. Daphne was more adapt at studious endeavours the I was, I went to school because I was made to go but my whole life was pre decided that I was a warrior of the Fianna and I had worked hard at subjects that weren't part of the common teenage curriculum. Daphne was r
***Daphne POV ****I lay in our bedroom floor with the offical documents outline maps of the catacombs and then the ones Fr Colm had provided. I had spent hours pain stakingly transferring the supernatural catacombs onto tracing paper to see if I could line them up anywhere with the known catacombs. Eventually I felt the answer was somewhere along the Vie Appain as some of the tunnels to the left were merely blurred squiggly lines in the offical map meaning perhaps the human who drew this suspected there were more but did not include them. Max had gone alone to see if he could scot out an obscured entrance to the underground and the beep on my mobile phone had just confirmed he had. I put a rough ring on the map where from Max's description as to where I felt he was and was content that we were now moving forward. My phone rang and smirking to myself I picked it up. "Well if it isn't the Kings peasant brother." I teased. There was a silence on the other end "Ah hi Daphne it's Lucind
***Dottie POV ***I ripped through the trees the dry leaves crunching under my feet as the werewolf Queen called out to me. I cursed myself for the stupidity of what I had done. I knew she would be at this event with the King but I had heard she had declined to stay in the pack house and that she would be travelling with a minimal gaurd. Desperate for the job as a server I had convinced myself I would avoid Danny if he was there and that no one else would spot me. This job had landed in my lap only the day before it was a cash payment and it paid really well. I had been struggling because Danny was searching for me and his damn influence ran deep into the shifter community. I needed to look after myself carefully and my grandmother whose health was ailing had slowed down our flight. "Dottie." the Queen called again before she finally caught up to me. She tackled me to the ground and we both rolled across the woodland debris. "Charlie." the King called his voice full of concern. She
***Danny POV ***Her words landed on me like a ton of bricks I had felt a wave of numbness pass over me as I stood staring at her stomach in the motel. I knew she wasn't lying and as soon as she utter the words I could sense the baby. I had turned and left her there stripping my clothes behind one of the waiting SUVs and shifting letting Bane the over as he raced away. I ran blindly and before I knew it I had run blindly into a bunch of rogues who had clearly been staking out the motel and Dottie. They surrounded me and snarled as I drew myself up to my full height in defence. I attacked first deftly snapping the neck of first scrappy thin looking brown wolf. The second and third ganged up on me I should of been scared or worried even but my anger that they were there for Dottie fueled my massacre. Bane kept fighting taking all his frustration out on the rogues until the last two just turned and fled. I shifted back covered in their blood and stood up panting. "With all this death ar
***Daphne POV ***we followed Viola through the Basilica and down the corridor that lead to the Watchers office once she was inside the door clicked closed but I re opened a few seconds later. Father Colm stood there regarding us closely. "May I help you?" he asked bowing to myself and Max. I was about to speak when Sebastian stood forward from behind us. "Sebastian I am not getting involved in another row between you and Viola." he said firmly. "My bloody eyebrows have only grown back after the last round." he added as I looked questionly at Sebastian. "That was a mere misunderstanding who knew the desk would catch fire that quickly." Sebastian shrugged. "I could of taken a good educated guess at it considering it was covered in premium whiskey." The Watcher retorted. "Stop my heart breaks at the waste of such fine old malt whiskey." Sebastian smirked. "Fitting that's all you would give a damn about Sebastian the whiskey and not me." a voice snapped as we all turned to face Viol
***Carmen POV ***Knowing that the King and Queen would be beside themselves searching for me to ensure I died to repay my action of killing the Queens little witch Sasha I had endured months as a Raven. I shifted only briefly to converse with the rogue leaders in an effort to track down someone with as much power as the green wolf but who had no worth to the royals. However that seemed to have been thwarted also by that little witch Sasha. I may have lost my first chance of opening the hell gate portal but I had lucked out in many ways as Sasha Semidi Moore had possibly been the strongest witch to ever walk this earth surpassing any legendary witch I knew myself included. It was a personal win that I had taken her out first she needed to fall so the green wolf Charlie was an easier target. I had been given word though that the other I had been seeking was now in the hands of the Royals. She had run straight into the arms of Sasha's widowed mate which I knew was not some serendipity m
***Max PoV *** Despite how I felt about that snake in the grass Sebastian it was clear we needed him to get to the entrances of the underground but I had already made up my mind the first chance I got to ditch him and run with Daphne and hopefully Viola I was going to take it. The Watchers words of warning about Sebas rang in my head but then what did I really know about the Watcher himself so this was not an ideal situation in general. I know Fr Colm was held in high regard by the Elders in the werewolf community but generally he was not someone we would regularly deal with. Viola had elaborated via text message the entrance to the old Roman catacombs considered to be the witches territory where hidden on the banks of the river Tiber. Daphne had asked her to drop a GPS pin on the location and we would just meet them there as I wanted to spend as little time with Sebastian as required. I wandered over to youth training deciding to leave my mate asleep. She was in a deep sleep this mor