A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.
Agatha Christie
Chapter 1 I
19th February - Present Day
Rosalie
The intense rush of sickness rose up my throat and spilled out onto the ground before me. It had been the one thing I had not remembered anything of, the moment I travelled to the past. Only that, one moment I was following the strange voices, and in the next, I was waking up freezing cold in the early morning due, on the worn alter stone that dominated the middle of the stone circle.
This time it was different. I was expecting it. I chose to travel. And this time I had more at stake. Something was coming after me. And I didn’t have time to sit about and wait for them to arrive.
Pulling myself up onto wobbly legs and pushing down the rising discomfort fighting its way up my oesophagus, I race through the undergrowth. The bare branches of the shrubs around me, snagging at my woollen skirts as I follow that now too familiar path that I knew would lead me in the direction of what was Castle Black.
I was already weary, and I could feel the blood dripping down my legs as I ran to get as far away from the time opening as I could. But there was no choice but to push forwards.
Once I was away from the stone circle, I could make my way to the village that was now the Eclipse pack.
But first I had to make sure that the darkness was off the scent of what I had done.
It didn’t take long for the confirmation that the darkness had indeed followed me.
The demonic roar of anguish sounded from behind.
Ducking into a bush, ensuring that my legs were out of sight, I peek through the spikey gorse bush and watch as it appeared in the same place I was stood only moments before.
“Arghh.” The cloaked figure emerged before me. Like me, he had landed on the central alter stone. Only he seemed a little more stable that I had felt. He seemed to look about himself in confusion. Which was not surprising seeing as he thought he was chasing his prize, my new-born daughter.
“I will find you Rosalie Black, and your daughter. Mark my words.” He stepped down from the stone and stalked the perimeter of the stone circle.
“I know you are there. So, listen well. I can feel that the place you have brought me is not the same as the one we have left. If we have travelled back in time, then I will simply finish the task I failed to do previously. If you have brought me forwards in time, I will seek out the last remaining Walker bloodline and I will kill every single one of them. I will make sure that the price you have paid to save your daughter’s life will be felt tenfold.” He spoke with an air of otherworldly indifference. His words were promises not threats, and the implications reverberated through me with each syllable he spoke. “I hope the life of one was worth it, wolf.”
With his last words spoken, he turned and disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
After six months of endlessly looking for an answer for how to escape history repeating itself, we had come to this plan not really knowing where else to look.
The old croan had been explicit. In order to kill the Tenebris, demon of darkness and shadows, we had to have three generations of walker witches to break the curse and stop Tenebris falling back into the shadowed lands.
In the 18th century, that was impossible. Alex’s mother was the last known Walker witch, and she was dead. The rest of the Walker coven has either died long before she had, or were scattered across the world by now. And with our new-born daughter, Adelaide, being, well… new-born, she alone would not be able to break the curse, even if it were possible to wait for her to come into her magic. Which meant our only hope was in my own time, where I knew of at least one Walker witch.
I couldn’t know for certain if the Luna of the Eclipse pack could help, or even would, but it was the only hope that I had now. Everything rested on the fact that Alison had a family still living. And, in order to keep generations of walker witches safe, I had sacrificed my family, all in the hope that I would find a way to break the curse which was wrapped around them so deftly.
Pulling myself back to my feet, I follow the path to Castle Black, only this time at a much slower pace. Recalling the last moments of being with my mate and children.
I had made a life for myself in the past. I had no wish to leave. But I would never have been able to live with myself, knowing that I was cursing Ada to a lifetime of being hunted, knowing that I could have done something to stop it.
I just hope to the Goddess that I had done the right thing. Yes, Ada would live a life free from torment and endless pursuit. But I had now brought down a great evil on my friends here.
I had to warn them. And preferably before Tenebris found any of them.
“Stop, who goes there.” I still on the foot path. Every muscle in my body turning ridged as the masculine voice washes over me.
“No,” I whisper under my voice. My mind going blank as the familiar feeling of possession and comfort washes through me. “No, this can’t be happening.”
The man behind me continues to talk, but I bare him no attention. Panic was beginning to rise up in my blood. And I look down to my left shoulder and pull back the fabric of my dress with trembling fingers.
With the layers of fabric gone, I watch in horror, as the once vivid crescent shaped mark that singled me out as mated to the Alpha King, disappeared from my shoulder. It was as if it was evaporating from my skin, dissolving until there was nothing there. Like the last eight years had never happened.
I turn on the spot in panic, to look at the man who had appeared behind me.
Shock registered in my mind as the pieces of my past begin to slot back into place.
“Rosalie?” The man said, his brows disappearing into his blonde hairline. There was no mistaking the man before me. He had not changed one bit in eight years. Landon Coombes stood as plain as day, bare chested and chiselled to perfection, just as I remembered him. The lines that crisscrossed his face told me that his cock-sure demeanour had not changed. He was still as he ever was.
But I couldn’t think about that right now. I couldn’t think about how handsome he was. Or that I wanted to race into his embrace and hold him. To mark him as mine.
“No, no, no” I shout, clawing at my shoulder, hoping above all else that I was mistaken. “No, Alex, no, come back."
I barely noticed the tears falling from my face. All I could feel was the overwhelming emptiness that now resided in my chest, and the irritating feeling of connection to the man in front of me clawing on the outskirts of my heart.
Rosalie “Rosalie, are you alright?” Somewhere in amongst the confusion, I must have fallen to the floor. Landon’s face coming back into view as he pulled me into an upright position. “Just breathe Rosie. Everything is OK, you are home now.” He eyed me worriedly. His blue eyes darting around my face. Becoming increasingly aware of how close he was, and the fact I could feel every single inch of his body touching my skin, I try to pull away. But it was no use. It would seem Landon was in no hurry to let me go. My cheeks begin to warm under his scrutiny. His worry soon began to harden into what looked like anger. “Where the hell have you been Rosalie.” He spat out, not necessarily viciously, but close to it. “You disappear without a trace for eight years, and now you decide to come back. Do you have any idea how worried we have all been?” His words stung. Of course, I knew. In fact, for weeks, months even, after I first fell through time, all I wanted to do was return home and comfo
21st August 1751 Rosalie Waking with a start, I reach out a hand to find the only comfort that I want after having my visions. Alexander. He seems to have sensed what the issue was and pulls me into him, holding me against his hard chest. “Another bad dream?” He asks me sleepily. “I’m not sure it is a dream Alex. They are so vivid, so real.” I breath through the soaring adrenaline which came as part of the aftermath of my night terrors, as I try to regain control of my heartrate. “What else could they be?” “Visions. I am sure of it. It’s always the same thing. The goddess warning me of a great darkness coming. Alex, something bad is about to happen I can feel it in my body. We always knew that the goddess had bigger plans for me, I think that she is making good on her promise.” “If that is true, my Rosa, then we will face it together. But for now, you must rest. You need to be strong for the baby.” His hand came to rest gently on my midriff. The little surprise which we had nev
Rosalie Estelle had once been the bane of my existence. Baying for my crown and doing her best to push me away from Alex. Thankfully, none of her exploits had worked. And eventually, even she, the Germanic witch, had managed to find true love herself, despite everything. Estelle had rarely set foot back into Castle Black in the years that followed. And if she did, she certainly didn’t show her face into court. “Estelle is here to answer some questions.” Alex spoke before Estelle could answer for herself. She didn’t even flinch at his tone. Just carried on eyeing me with a smug grin plastered to her face. There was no reason why Estelle’s presence should affect me the way it did. She was hardly a rival anymore. But there was something about her assumed superiority of me. And the very fact that she knew secrets about me that no one else did, was enough for me to dislike her. “Questions about what?” I ask, moving into the room and around the large office table to stand behind Alex. Es
Rosalie It had not been a difficult task getting Estelle and Henry Byron to except their summons to court. Luckily enough, the castle was in full swing of getting ready for the mid-summer celebrations. And I am sure, if nothing else, the Byron’s took the invite as them being the VIP guests of the event. As Alex had pointed out, Estelle had never actually been dismissed from my service as a ladies-maid, and as much as I disliked the idea of her being anywhere near me, let alone wait on me, it left an ideal opportunity to try and glean some more information out of her regarding the Tenebris matter. But any hope of this soon seemed to vanish when she failed to attend on me at all through the day. The few moments during the day that I caught a glimpse of the statuesque blonde, she disappeared going out of her way to avoid me. “Somethings never change.” A dear voice spoke from behind me. Turning from my position by the window, I look towards my friend Lucille seated by the unlit firepl
It was said many moons ago that Tamara, the first witch in the Walker blood line, fell in love with a mere human. The coven was known as the Votadini then. They had settled in what was the small village of Alauna, or more commonly known as the city of Edinburgh in more recent history. Tamara was the daughter of the coven elder. A man of great power and respect. It was he that created the Coven of Votadini. Amadeus was one of many who had been turned away from his own village after showing signs of unworldly gifts. Magic was rich in the lives of everyday people, the air we breathed was considered to be magic. Growing crops and flowers was believed to be magic. Magic brought riches that no one could explain, but it was also a dark time to be alive. Demons wondered the earth freely, destroying all that stood in their paths. Sickness and plagues devoured whole villages and destroyed livelihoods, all set about by a witch casting a curse, or allowing a stranger to pass over the threshold.
Tamara “You lied to me.” My voice broke in my mouth, coming out as a whimper. I looked to the man who was my husband. His kindness and generosity of spirt, were all things I had fallen in love with. He was the most beautiful man I had even laid eyes on, and yet here he was, his true form. All I could see was the monster within. The man I knew never existed. It was all a clever rouse. One that left me heart broken and lost. “No, Tamara, you have to believe me. My feeling for you were never a lie.” He stepped forward in his monstrous form. The leathery wings at his back brushing passed the lifeless corpse of my father as he stepped over. His hands came to rest in front of him, clasped together as he pleaded his case further. His fingers had elongated and taken on the form of long sinewed talons. His face was different too. Gone was the carefree glint I so often found in his eyes. Instead, there was something sinister staring back. Dark veins worked their way up his neck and around hi
Rosalie “Tamara banished the demon to a realm that no one could enter. And no one, least of all Tenebris could leave. She cursed him to live in solitude, whilst she lived on the outside, a full and happy life I can only assume. And when she passed away, so too did any chance of Tenebris enacting his evil on the world.” Estelle brough her story to a close. A story which had opened far more questions that it hoped to answer. “If this is the case, and Tenebris was really vanquished when Tamara passed away. Then why now am I dreaming of his resurrection?” This was the one part of the story that did not add up for me. “I only know of the legend. Tamara came from old druid magic. A dark blood magic. Unlike my own earth magic. Blood magic comes at a price and often comes with strings attached. There are often conditions that not even the caster will know about until it is all too late. I would assume that Tenebris found a loophole, a way to escape being vanquished.” “But that would mean
Rosalie I felt exhausted. The day had been long, and I had been given so much information I felt that my brain would burst at any moment. As dire as the situation with Tenebris may seem, I had now been given some small measure of hope with a name and location of someone who may be able to help. All I needed now was to follow the lead Estelle had given me and hope that it led somewhere in the realms of helpful. I had stopped in with the children on my way to bed. I had made a habit of being there to read a bedtime story and help get them settled for the night. It was my small piece of normal amongst what was otherwise a very abnormal life. Teddy especially liked being tucked in at night. And the twins enjoyed cuddles. By the time I finally found myself falling into bed, I was beyond exhausted. My back ached, and my feet were beginning to swell with having been on them most of the day. Pregnancy, it has to be said, was hardly as glamourous as I was led to believe when I was younger,