“Wake up, we’ve landed.” A man’s voice whispered in my ear.
“Hummm.” I grumble back to him, snuggling myself into the pillow. A very hard lumpy pillow. Goddess, did someone put a brink in the damn pillow? My eyes flutter open sleepily, it was only when I see a man’s face staring down at me a smug smile on his face that I register where I am. Sitting up with a start I look around myself and all the other passengers collecting their belongings and vacating the plane.
I look back to the smug looking man next to me. My cheeks heating in embarrassment. I look down at his shoulder which I spent most of the flight sleeping against only to find a very wet patch where I had drooled.
I wipe my chin hastily which only seemed to make the stranger smirk harder.
“I’m so sorry, you should have woken me sooner.” By now I’m sure my whole face had gone scarlet with embarrassment.
“It’s no problem doll.” He replies before giving me a wink and standing from his seat. He lifts his arms above his head to retrieve his bag from the overhead bin. Offering me a view of his midsection. He most definitely did it on purpose, he was toned, painfully so. And a sexy snail trail that disappeared into the top of his jeans teased me.
“Like what you see?” He spoke up again, his tone suggesting a deeper meaning as he caught my stare.
“Hah, you wish Mr.” I sit back into my chair, groaning inwardly at my wantonness, and cross my arms over my chest waiting for him to finish getting his things so I could get off the plane. Looking out of my little window at the grey sky and tarmac of the runway. There was a fine drizzle coming down which just made everything seem dim and depressing. “Welcome to the UK!” I tell myself brightly.
“Shame.” The man said with another smirk before disappearing down the aisle. My eyes follow his back in mock disgust. OK I fell asleep on your shoulder, doesn’t mean I want to jump into bed with you! Ergh, what an asshole.
I pull myself up from my chair. Grabbing my small carry on case from the overhead bin and follow the few remaining passengers off of the plane.
The one good thing about being one of the last off of the plane is that my suitcase was waiting for me on the baggage carousel as I entered baggage reclaim.
I quickly managed to get through “nothing to declare” and headed for the taxi rank. I was just about step outside when I was literally barrelled down and knocked off of my feet.
“OH MY GODDESS ROSIE!” someone screamed in my ear whilst pinning me to the floor in a massive bear hug.
“Steph?” I try to get up but found that I could not move under her weight. “Goddess, Steph you’re crushing me.”
“Oh sorry.” She says with a grimace as she climbs off of me and offer her hand to help me up. Pulling me back up my feet I look at the girl in front of me.
“It is so great to see you Steph!” My smile broke into the widest smile as I pull her into another hug.
“I can’t believe you are actually here. And to stay! We are going to have so much fun!” she squeals. “Where are your bags? Is this it? Goddess I would have had to pack at least four more of these bad boys if I was moving halfway across the world.” She grabs my modest suitcase before pulling it and me towards a door that says “EXIT".
“I’m hardly a high maintenance kind of girl Steph, as you know.” I roll my eyes at her.
“Yes, all too well. Has your hair ever seen a brush recently?” She asks her eyebrow cocked up and a large spoonful of sarcasm dripping from her mouth.
I push her shoulder in jest. Goddess, I have missed this. Of course, Jace and I had always had fun together. But not like this, I felt carefree, like nothing could possibly get me down.
“Come on, the cars this way.” She walks forward with me trailing behind. “You picked the best time to be here by the way.”
“Really, why’s that?”
“Tomorrow is the start of the Eclipse festival!” steps voice rising with excitement. “It’s going to be awesome. And don’t think for one minute you are getting out if anything. Your apart of this pack now. And that means you have to join in. That includes me doing your hair and makeup! Eeek! Don’t worry I have already picked you out a killer dress.” She looks back winking at me, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Me, I was groaning inwardly. I had just travelled 10 hours to get away from being sent to every stupid function to find my mate, what I didn’t want right now was to find myself going to another one. But choosing to say nothing, I just smile as brightly as I can and try to embrace her excitement. After all this time would be different. I wasn’t going in the hopes that “he" might be there. I was going because I was starting a new life, in a new pack.
“What’s the Eclipse Festival?” I ask.
“Well duh, it’s the celebration of the Lunar Eclipse.” She looks at me like this should be obvious. And I suppose it was if I thought about it. To be honest I hadn’t really been paying too much attention to the moon’s cycles recently, it’s not like it affects me. Most mated she wolves literally revolve around the moon cycle. A full moon being the period where a she-wolf goes into her haze, or heat as some call it. When she is most fertile. She will become a sex mad beast ravaging her partner. Not that the men complain much. Still, it’s not something I have ever been a part of, so I haven’t given it much thought.
“Sounds like fun! Can’t wait to be surrounded by hundreds of horny wolves.” I reply sarcastically as I can”
“Oh hush!” Steph nudges me gently in the shoulder laughing. “It’s not all about sex, there will be stories and a massive bonfire. And tomorrow night there will be a massive party in the woods to celebrate the Eclipse. It will be fun.” She stops beside a bright red Freelander and pulls a key from her pocket. “Plus, this year is extra special because the Eclipse is falling on Mabon.”
“Please tell me your pack hasn’t turned into pagans since I was last here?” I say with a groan.
Steph burst into a fit of giggles as she lifts my suitcase into the boot of the car. “Goddess no, but it is the start of the Autumn Equinox, which is supposed to bring great change. Pretty fitting for you, no?” she lifts her brow and slams the boot shut before walking around to the driver’s seat. “Jump in, lets get out of here.” Smiling at me, we hop into the car, and she pulls out of the car park.
The journey from the airport to The New Forest was about 3 hours. Most of the time we passed catching up with each other. It turns out that Steph’s younger sister Riley was mated to a Beta in a northern pack last year, which meant that she and her brother were the last left at home now. Her brother Drake had taken over as Alpha just after I left 2 years ago, having found his mate. I asked how it made her feel, seeing as she lost Marcus, her mate, her family now finding mates of their own. It must have brought up painful memories of his loss. But she was determined to be happy for her family. Never dwelling too long on Marcus. I let the subject go.
She asked about how Jace was getting on with running the pack, about my niece and my parents. It felt good to talk to someone different who understood.
The time soon past, and before long the trees started to thicken as we headed further into the new forest. We passed through several little villages. All the perfect Chocolate box houses that England are so well known for. And then it came into view, my most favourite scene ever.
“Stop the car Steph, I want to get out.” Steph pulls to the side of the road and the car draws to a stop. I step out of the car. The air was still thick with drizzle, and I wrapped my arms around myself against the September chill. The promise if Autumn just around the corner.
In front of me sat the sprawling outer wall of the old Bailey, the last surviving part of the Castle Black. In its centre was a few crumbling stone walls where the castle would have once sat proud and strong. A deep moat ran around the perimeter.
The Eclipse pack no longer lived within the wall of Castle Black, but it was still used on occasions such as weddings and other ceremonies. I suspected that the Eclipse Festival tomorrow night will be held here. Most of the ground with the walls had been taken over by shrubs and grass from lack of use. Regardless of the run-down state it was still breath-taking.
Castle Black was one of the main reasons I loved the Eclipse pack so much. When I was last here, I would come and sit in amongst the bushes and just listen to the sounds all around me. A sense of peace filled me as I listened to the breeze rustling through the shrubs about me or around the stone walls. Birds tweeting in the sky above me, or in their nests they had created amongst the cracks in the stones.
My favourite part about the Castle, was a stone I found buried in the earth under a large oak tree by the northern wall. The initials A.W.B + R.S were carved into the old stone. I always daydreamed about who those people were. I was sure that they must have loved each other very much to immortalise themselves in stone. The fact that one of them held my initials only romanticised the daydream even more in my mind. What it would be like to love someone so much. A feeling if wistfulness passed through me. As I look across at the stones in front of me, the wind blowing from behind me I can’t help but feel a little sad. Sad that the Castle has been lost, sad for the people that once occupied it. Sad that it I’ll never have the chance to know the lovers who carved the stone.
“Rosalie" A shiver ran up my spine.
“Humm?” I turn to look at Steph who is currently stood leaning against the car door, phone in hand texting someone. She looked up in question.
“I didn’t say anything?”
“I swear you just said my name.” I look about to see if there was someone else in the area that perhaps had called out to me.
“Umm nope, not me.” Steph raised a brow looking at me like have gone mad. I felt like I had gone mad. “Common we ought to get back. Mum and Dad are so looking forward to seeing you again.”
She pulls her door open and jumps back in her car. I follow after her, still looking around bewildered. I could have sworn someone said my name. I shrugged my shoulders and got into the car with Steph, before she pulled back onto the road and carried on our journey to the Eclipse Pack.
We finished the last stint of the journey to the pack which was only a few more miles down the road from Castle Black. The pack had built its own little village amongst the trees. Most of the people that live here are werewolves, there are a small handful of humans. But you get this in any pack, generally they’re mated to one of the wolves within the community. A few, who’s family are understanding and trustworthy, may have been able to move into the village along with their sons or daughters on the understanding that they kept the secret. The Eclipse pack was not like most, they were extremely inclusive. Being situated right in the heart of a tourist destination meant not only had they grown used to passing human visitors, but humans actually lived in amongst them. Although they never made it blatantly obvious, most of the humans who lived in the village were aware of what the people around them were. If they were scared, they certainly didn’t show it. The Eclipse P
“OH MY GODDESS! Rosalie Summers, you have not changed one bit since you were last here!” She calls out to me with the biggest smile on her face. “Get yourself over here and give me a cuddle!” She starts walking down the path towards me. “Luna Joanne, I’m so happy to see you.” I beam back at her, meeting her halfway and stepping into her embrace. “Don’t you dare start with that! It’s plain Jo. As you well know!” she chastised playfully with a peck on the cheek. “Come, let’s get you inside where its warm. I expect Steph has already told you all about the festivities going on around here.” She pulls me under her wing as Steph steps under her other one. “She certainly has. Looks like everyone around here is out on decoration duty.” I lean into her body enjoying the motherly warmth radiating off of her. Jo chuckles. “Yes, we are all very excited. Your just in time, I’m on food duties and I have just got another batch of brownies out of the oven. If we’re q
I fell into an easy sleep that night and awoke feeling the most refreshed I have felt in a very long time. No weight of responsibility, or the latest ridiculous notion my mother had cooked up to find me a suitable mate. It felt amazing, even the sunlight pouring in through the glass wall and burning my eyeballs from their sockets did nothing to distract from my happy mood. I felt alive. What surprised me the most was that the idea of today’s festival didn’t feel like a chore to me. I was looking forward to throwing myself into my new life and meeting some new people. A feeling that had not felt for many, many years. I threw on a pair of dark jeans, a long-sleeved green t-shirt which matched my eyes perfectly, quickly brushed my hair out and pulled it back into a french braid before heading downstairs. “Good morning, Rosie!” Jo’s singsong voice called out to me as I hopped down to the last step and walked into the Kitchen. Always a morning person, just as I re
My heart was squeezing painfully in my chest. Tears pricking my eyes. Granny Lou’s story had affected me more than I thought possible. I could feel my heartbeat picking up in my chest and the overwhelming feeling of loss flooding my system. It felt like she had just told me that a member of my own family had passed away. I shake my head trying to snap myself out of it. All the while Granny Lou’s intelligent eyes looking down at me falling apart beneath her. Her hand resting over my own. I couldn’t understand why I was feeling this onslaught of emotions. “Are you OK dear? I hope my story hasn’t upset you?” She held me too her, her arms the perfect haven of comfort. It did little to help me in my current state of mind though, all it made me do was think about the lack of love ever shown to me by my own mother. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Granny Lou, but I must go.” I stood hastily and ran as fast as I could pushing through the crowd of people, my tears slipping do
I’m not sure what reaction I was expecting from the group which had gathered at the bottom of the stairs. But I definitely was not prepared for the silence and wide-eyed stares that I was receiving now. Especially the burning look of longing that Landon was currently throwing my way. Even Drake looked somewhat amazed, even with Alison clinging to his arm. I clear my throat nervously. “Am I the last one?” I ask fidgeting with a tassel that hung from my shawl, I look about the group, a few new faces hovered in the background, peering at me curiously. “Yes!” Steph’s annoyed voice called out as her thin frame barrelled through the small group. “But not to worry, it’s bad manners to turn up too early for a party.” She winks at me before grabbing the two nameless guys by the arm and dragging them through the door. Drake and Alison followed with a laugh, leaving me alone with a very sheepish looking Landon. “You look beautiful Rosie.” His eyes drift over my appearan
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
Hi guys! Wow! I feel like the last chapter has been a long time coming, and for that I am sorry. For those of you who do not follow me on social media, my family has had a run of bad luck with illness over the last month, most recently that we have all been isolating with covid! I feel thankful that we were all able to get through it reletively easily, but it has taken me a few weeks to recover, hence the delay. But Mists of Time has now offically come to a close, and will hopefully be marked as complete during the course of the next week of so. I want to thank each and every one of my readers who have managed to get this far. Your comments and likes are what drives me to keep on writting. If you are not ready for Rosalie and Alexander's story to be over, do not fear! My plan is to pick up straight away with book 2! I have begun working on The Return of the Luna Queen and will share some more information in the n
Some months later… Life had all but returned to normal in Castle Black. After several days of recovery, Alexander had finally found himself once again in full health. And for all of those days, he refused to let me out of his sight. Instead, I found myself bound to his side, forced onto his uncomfortable recovery bed, pressed against him as he caressed the small bump of our unborn child. It seemed that each day that passed by, the small life growing inside me got stronger and before long his tiny kicks could be felt. Alexander knew now that he was to have a son. Something which I already knew in my heart but was confirmed by alexander’s ex vampire lover. A son that not only the history books will record, but Thomas would grow to be one of the most powerful and well-known Black’s in their long history as leaders. He would be the one to see them through to the start of a completely new age. He would be th
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Alexander Everything around me was cast into darkness. I couldn’t even see my hand before me as I reached out and tried to feel my way out of the darkness. It shrouded me from every corner, the feeling of repression and bleakness sitting heavy upon my chest. No matter which way I turned, there was nothing to be found, nothing to be heard or felt. Just a never-ending pit of helplessness and that there was something missing inside of me. No matter how much I tried to think what I could be missing, I simply couldn’t work it out. In fact, I was struggling to remember anything at all. Nothing really mattered, all that I could find myself caring about was the emptiness, and the feeling of missing something. “Alex.” A voice called out to me through the nothingness. Looking around myself I tried to work out where the voice had come from. It was the sweetest voice I had ever heard, and my heart thrummed
The figure turns towards me with a slowness that chills me to my soul. The mist laying heavily around him so that I could not make out who sits upon the horse. Their leather boot taps the side of the horse gently, pushing the beast to walk forward with impossibly slow steps. Each step closer, only making me even more on edge. “Rosalie?” a voice calls out. My heart stops in my chest, my breathing coming fast. “Shit, they know who we are.” Every inch of my body seizes with fear making it impossible to breath let alone move. Nina’s fight or flight instinct battling within me. She pushes herself to take control, her heightened senses coming into focus as she takes in the figure coming towards us. I turn to make a run for it, only to be held back by Nina. “Will you think rationally for one moment!” she chastises. “Firstly, they are on a horse, there is no way you can outrun them. Secondly, they know who you are
I found myself saddled and ready to ride back to Castle Black within the hour. Having spent moments to ponder what had just happened, I realised that I had no time to waste. It was obvious Veronica’s sudden appearance was no mistake. She was sent by Xavier, just as William had been sent before her. The very fact that she was there at all could only mean that William had failed in his mission. Veronica had been a contingency plan. One that I am sure would also have a plan C. Wolfridge was a hive of day-to-day activity. No one had even been aware of what was happening on the beach below. I was confident that Veronica was not working alone, how she arrived at the secluded beach without anyone noticing was a mystery to me. I could only assume that there were spies amongst us. Both here and in Castle Black. If Veronica knew that William had failed in taking back the werewolf throne, then I would have to assume that so did Xavier. Now that Veronica had also been pu
Veronica Delacour was a name that I definitely hadn’t heard before. I didn’t need to see her clearly to know that the woman standing before me was a vampire. Her mere presence stunk of danger, and the coppery tang of blood hovered over her in waves. Fear spiked in my chest. But I refused to allow her to have an effect on me. I looked the shadowed figure over. “What is it that I have that you could possibly want?” I ask her, silently seeking Nina out from the recesses of my mind. “You have no idea, do you?” She asked me, a sneer evident in her voice. The woman spoke with a heavy accent, accentuating each symbol with a guttural rasp. Her voice was reminiscent of Estelle, only harsher. “No, I don’t, care to enlighten me?” I tried to keep my voice light so as not to show she was having any effect on me. “You poor dear. I almost feel sorry for you.” She took a small step forward and lowered herself onto a rock close by. “How much do you kno
Rosalie It had been a week since we arrived at Wolfridge. And it had been the longest week of my life. For the most part, we had fallen into a routine. But for me, I found myself constantly on edge. We had no way of contacting home. Even the mate bond gave me little comfort. There had been next to no news at all. Bar a few stranglers that had joined us a few days later. The guards that had come with us took residence on the wall that protected us, a constant look out for any sign of danger or a messenger with news from home. Although I could still feel his pull deep in my gut, I physically couldn’t reach him through our connection. Try as I might, the mind-link never seemed to fall into place. And to top everything off, I was now in my ninth week of pregnancy, and I was struggling. The morning sickness was in full swing. My hormones were playing havoc on me. In the
I stood my ground, my feet shoulders width apart as I take in the scene around me. All about me was carnage. Bodies flung lifeless across the battle ground, their life force weeping out from mortal wounds onto the frozen ground. The sound of battle cries echoed through the forest ringing in my ears. Screamed of pain and fear. I was pleased to see that the majority that were scattered around me were rogues and not the men and women of my own people. As much as Silas craved bloodshed, I took no enjoyment out of war, and if there was a way that this could have been avoided, I would much rather take that path. But at the same time my duty remained to my kingdom, and I refused to step aside and allow a dictator to take over. My uncle stood across from me. He chest heaving with each breath he took. His bare chest covered in blood and dirt. I wasn’t sure if the blood was his own or not, but I dearly hoped that it was. “So, Uncle, you have what you came for.