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Alexander I could probably count on one hand the amount of times that my heart had been filled with absolute fear. The type of fear that burned in your gut and wrenched at your heart until you wanted to throw up. The type of fear that crippled you. The moment that Rosalie’s perfect red locks disappeared from my sight, apparently into nothingness, the fear began to set in. Our mate connection had gone dead. I couldn’t reach her through our mind link, nor could I sense her in the near area. It was like she was never there to start with. Sheer panic seized me. In the moments that followed, we were greeted with nothing but silence. The moors had fallen eerily quiet. Gone were the great thundering booms that echoed the open space with each flash of lightening. Gone were the strange shadows that danced about just outside of the pool of light emanating from the fire. The shallow breaths that the creatures seemed to take in jarring gasps. Nothing but the gentle brush of the breeze crossin
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Rosalie The light was beginning to break through the misty moors as we stepped out of the little, rudimentary dwelling, and out into the open air once more. It was a little past day break based off of how low the sun still hovered over the horizon. And for the time of year, unseasonably colder than it should have been. “I know that you have not exactly welcomed our presence here Morag,” I turned to speak to the old woman as her hunched form followed me out of the door, “or my kind for that matter. But thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Without your information I would still be completely clueless.” The old woman said nothing. Her cloudy eyes staring into me like she could read through me without a word spoken. The reality was, that was exactly what she was doing. But it was an unnerving experience all the same. Perhaps the druid was simply assessing me to find some hidden agenda in my words. But yet her eyes never faltered as they continued to probe my soul. “I like you, wol
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Rosalie It didn’t take long before every bone in my body scream to turn back. Something just didn’t feel right to me. The trees grew thick, and the path ahead had become overgrown to the point that the path could barely be seen. With each step, it was becoming more and more apparent that not a living soul lived here. The wooded area held a stillness that I had never felt before. The air around me sat thickly, making it hard to breathe and gave the feeling of oppression. It wasn’t that I wasn’t welcome, it was more that everything around me felt cautious of my appearance. There was no rustle or leaves as the wind blew through the treetops. No movement in the undergrowth as a squirrel rushed by. No startled deer as I rounded a corner. It was devoid of life. Yet I couldn’t help but feel that I was being watched as I moved through the thick blanket of undergrowth. The sun barely penetrated the canopy above me, making it hard to see where I was going. After what felt like an age, a twi
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Melinda – Rose Cottage, 1721 Bending forward, I light the last tall red candle before me, creating a perfect circle of light in the middle of the small cottage. I often came to the cottage when I needed solace or time to reconnect with my magic. But tonight, I was here for a very different reason. Having been born to a very prestigious and powerful wiccan clan had its advantages, to be sure. But it also came with great hardship. Usually the more ancient the family, the more skeletons in the closet. And despite having moved as far away from the Walker coven birthplace as I could have, didn’t mean I had managed to outrun the curse that followed the Walkers through the ages. My family had done all that it could in order to break the curse. And by now, there were less than a handful of the original blood Walkers left alive. Myself included. Most of which were in the later years of their life. Yet it had not been enough. Two magical beings should have been against the odds to procreate
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Alexander “Sire, it has been over a day since they took the Queen. Should we not be doing something by now?” The men were getting as angsty as Silas. Who at this moment in time was pacing in my head, in a constant state of agitation. It was taking everything within me to hold it all together. I knew that the druid wouldn’t dare do anything to Rosalie. The werewolf species as a whole, weren’t exactly known for their quite diplomatic resolutions on issues. Killing not only a Luna, but the Luna Queen would lead to nothing but bloodshed. Plus, Rosalie was much more valuable to them as a captive than she would be dead. The question was, was she a captive? “Your right, it has been too long. If they were going to release her then they would have done so by now.” I reply with a heavy sigh. “We split into two groups, one group will head due west, until you reach Bodmin. The other Southwest. Should you reach civilisation, find out what they know of the druids. We will need as much informatio
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Rosalie I was back in his arms, where I belong. It had felt like the longest journey of my life. Discovering the Goddess woods had been a harrowing experience. And even after learning what I had, by the time I found my way out, I was exhausted. The little farmhouse was the first home that I had come across. And luckily enough for me, the occupiers, although humble, were welcoming and open to sharing the little that they had for themselves. By the time I found myself to their door, it was dark. And my feet were begging to stop. They had allowed me shelter, and the little warmth that I could find from the draughty dwelling. They shared their supper. And offered me a hay stuffed mattress to sleep on. Morning came and went and despite the fact I was eager to find Alexander and the men, my body refused to rouse itself from the bed. They had left me undisturbed, perhaps realising that I needed the time to recover in my pregnant state. I was just about to continue on my journey, when a l
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# Rosalie “Tell me everything.” Alexander has shifted back into his wolf, and instructed me to get on his back. He had taken me as far away from the little farm cottage as possible, before stopping in a particularly sparse area of heathland. Perhaps thinking it was easier to see intruders coming. He had ordered his men to keep watch around us. He wasn’t taking any chances with my being taken again. And from where we sat, we could see each of them keeping watch, running the perimeter. I told him everything that had transpired. From being taken by the sprites, to Morag and her strange ways and parting message, to finding Nina in the Goddesses woods. Telling Alexander he had lost yet another sibling that he never even knew he had, was the hardest part of it all. He had grown quiet beside me. Perhaps trying to process everything I had told him. “I knew my mother was a great se’er. But I had no idea just how much weight she bore. She would have seen everything coming, and then had
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Alexander By the time we have returned to Castle Black, the autumn winds were in full swing. September had always been a temperamental month. Moving so quickly from summer to fall in the blink of an eye. The warmth of the sun was quickly disappearing, replaced with gusts that brought the leaves swirling from the skies, and littering the floor, blanketing them in a patchwork of colours. As we neared the turreted castle, the feeling of foreboding was beginning to settle in. We had only been gone for a matter of a week. Yet, the general feeling surrounding our home, was somehow darker than when we left. The fields, whilst usually busy, were empty, devoid of workers, of women trying to exhaust their feral children. There were no wolves hunting in the surrounding woodlands, looking for food to feed their family. It was quiet. Far too quiet. As we approached the Castle, I was able to reach out to my second in command to find out what was happening. “Arthur?” I enquired, “Arthur what
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