Alexander “What?” I managed to bite out between my teeth. I was all that I could think to say. Over the last six years, being mated to a headstrong woman had often been difficult. Especially one that didn’t even belong to his time. She had her own ideas and views. She wasn’t used to being timid and demure, allowing the men to fend for her, or considering themselves better than women in general. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it about her. If I wanted a wife who would allow herself to be walked over and smile prettily and just agree with everything I said, I would have married years before Rosalie ever made an appearance. Rosalie challenged me. She has been a partner in wit and fierceness, not just in name. And I would never dream to change it about her. But there were times. Times such as these, where I wished that she would just show some sign of good sense rather than charging in headfirst. “I cannot,” I begin, sitting up from the bed abruptly, my eyes narrowing to scowl at her a

Rosalie The next morning, three things happened. Firstly, Alexander had announced as we were pulling on our travelling coats, that he was going to Bodmin Moor, and if the “Old crone” as he had taken to calling her, was nowhere to be found, we would be returning just as hastily as we left. “I need your assurances Rosalie, that you will not fight me on the matter. There is every possibility that she will not be there. Perhaps no one at all will be there. And I need to know that you are not going to try and scour the whole of the English countryside looking for her.” He had announced with a serious expression and dark, lingering look that told me he was being deadly serious. “There are other ways to fight this. Other witches. Libraries that we are yet to even look at…” I had, of course, agreed. Hoping that behind my mask of calm indifference, he couldn’t see the ranging fire of anticipation that lurked there. I hoped with everything that was within me, that Estelle’s information was c

Rosalie The storm did not ease off. All around us rumbles of thunder broke through the otherwise still night, only to be quickly followed by a bright flash of lightening. Signalling that the storm was above us and with no intention of moving on any time soon. To top it all off, I am not sure if it was simply my eyes playing tricks on me, or even a play of shadows in the dwindling light, but I swear that I could see figures moving swiftly over the barren landscape. But I could never quite be sure, for as quickly as they were there, they were soon gone again. Alex seemed to think it was nothing but an overactive imagination. That the storm had set my nerves on edge, and that I should try to sleep. But never quite stood at ease thereafter. He of course said that if there were any one present, our wolves would have picked up on it by now. Somehow, this didn’t make me feel any better. Nina was still painfully absent, and my subconscious was telling me to stay alert. Alex himself had tol

Rosalie “When Tamara Votadini cast her curse over the demon Tenebris, she took pains in ensuring that the curse she cast bound Tenebris’ life to her own. If anything, Tamara was adamant that her life would be the last that her lover would ever destroy. She felt guilty for what Tenebris has done. And felt as much to blame as he, for falling in love with the monster that was her covens undoing. “The conditions were that he would be cursed to live in void for whatever time was remaining to her. And upon her death, so to would Tenebris cease to exist. “What Tamara didn’t account for. Is that magic demands a balance. Even more so in the ancient magics. When Tamara banished Tenebris from the mortal realm, she changed the timeline. She saved countless souls, all of which were destined to serve in the dark army. Generations of innocent souls instead ascended to heaven, when their purpose was to descend to hell. What is the mortal realm, if not a play thing for the Gods?” Her eyes seemed to

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