Alexander   As soon as I stepped foot out of the great hall, the sounds of people having fun echoing down the halls behind me, I could feel my body begin to shift. Hairs growing over every inch of my body, my bones cracking as I transformed from human to wolf. I could feel every second of the pain of transforming and I welcomed it as an old friend. The moment that the glass cut into my flesh as I fled from the castle and the hit of the icy cold wind as I ran. All of it was nothing in comparison to the pain that I felt in my heart. My wolf stopped atop the highest point of my lands and howled into the night. Not that anyone would have heard. The snow was coming down thickly and the wind silenced my howls as quickly as they were cried. The villagers were too busy feasting on the castle’s offerings and the nobles of the court were too busy dancing inside the castle. The only people out on a night like this were gua

Nina was right, the ride across the snowy fields was both bumpy and cold. The wind hit my face like shards of ice slicing through my skin. My eyes watered making it difficult to see. It was no use trying to make sense of where they were taking me, so, I simply just hold onto Silas tighter and close my eyes waiting for us to reach whatever it was that Alex wanted to show me. When the great wolf finally did begin to slow, the snow was coming down thickly, making it difficult to see past the end of my nose. Any trace of paw prints were already covered back over as soon as he lifted his foot from the ground.   Through the falling snowflakes, there was an outline of a small brick cottage with a thatched roof. Around the perimeters of the little cottage was a low wooden rail fence, inside were remnants of an overgrown, but once very much-loved garden, with a small plot of vegetables. In the small windows were lacey net curtains and a solid wooden door sat prid

  I woke up to a thin jet of light streaming though the bedroom window the next morning. Moaning at the unwelcome intrusion, I roll over, my arm draped over the considerably bulky form of Alexander lying next to me. “Good morning little mate.” His sleepy voice came from beside me. Still too asleep to form words, I simply grunt a morning and close my eyes once more. But any hope of returning to the land of sleep was destroyed when moments later, my stomach rolled uncomfortably in my gut, and a burning sensation rising up my throat. Opening my eyes in alarm, I scramble from the bed, tripping over Alexander and the sheets as I try to make my way to the chamber pot. I just made it in time, before the contents of my stomach emptied itself from everything that I had eaten the day before. Alexander quietly comes up behind me, gently rubbing my back as I heave. As the bout of sickness began to ease, I sit back awa

Alexander I trekked across the snowy ground, my feet crunching with each step as I break through the icy crust that had formed over last night’s snow fall. A smile on my face at the morning that Rosalie and I had shared together. Having gathered as many logs as my arms could carry, I trek back towards the little cottage. As I drew nearer, a shiver ran down my spine. The forest around us was quiet. Too quiet. Not even the little robins could be heard playing around in the holly bushes and the trees above. Looking about myself checking for signs of danger. There were none to be found, and the only prints in the snow were of mine and Rosalie. Looking back towards the cottage I try to push the doubt into the back of my mind as I move forward once more. But the closer I came to the front door, the more the uneasy feeling of something not being right, roils in my stomach. I pushed the little gate open that sat atop the gard

Returning back to the cottage was no longer an option for Alexander. He has learnt his lesson the hard way. His uncle had rattled him, more than he would ever care to admit to me. William had proven that it didn’t matter where we were, he could reach us in ways that we least expected. If not us directly, then someone that we love. Next time, it wouldn’t be me being held by the sharp blade of a knife, it could be Lucille, or even Maddison. There was no telling who would be his next victim. What played on me the most was that this was now the second time that William had let us go without so much as a scratch. And somehow, I didn’t think that there would be a third. It was like he was a cat playing with a mouse that was caught in his thrall. He let us loose only to pull us back in when we got too comfortable. Either that, or this was his subtle warning that we should leave now whilst we still could. He had told me in so many words that he got no pleasure out of