Rosie's Book

12

News has been reaching us that some of the children have been found in the St Louis and Lafayette Cemeteries. We have not found any confirmation that this information is fact. Puzzles are forming in my mind and something is bothering me with these cemeteries. St Louise Cemetery is spread across three locations, this is the reason they are numbered one through to three. We have not been told which cemetery they are in alive or dead. St Louis is also a Catholic Cemetery so why leave descendants of Witches in a Catholic Cemetery, unless of course these assholes are trying to cause more chaos. As for Lafayette this Cemetery is in the Garden District of New Orleans, known to be the burial site of Witches and where they hold their rituals. To leave any witch child in Lafayette would mean two things. One, the child, if strong enough, would be able to call upon the ancestors for protection and magic in order to defend themselves. Two, the children would also feel safe. Bloody hell my head is hurting.

Pacing the house while waiting for trusted confirmation, my mind will not settle. Why drop the kids off in Catholic and Pagan Cemeteries?. Back and forth, my mind and body are restless until I hear Draken yip, then nudge my legs forcing me to stumble, snapping me out of my mental aerobics. Walking back into the garden I see my brother looking like he has fought ten rounds with a heavy weight boxer. Standing there with my hands in my pockets, I know I have to wait until he is ready to give me news. The pose he currently stands in, means not only is he getting the breath back into his body but he is also trying to work out what he has seen. Time is lost on me until he finally looks up at me. Handing me a piece of paper.

"What is this?" Stepping towards him with my hand reached out, I take the paper and read the words... well I say words they are symbols that I have seen before.

"Áᛋᛏᚱíðᚱ, ᚨᛋ ᚨ ᛗᚨᛏᛁᚾᚷ ᚷᛁᚠᛏ ᛁ ᚺᚨᚹᛖ ᚱᛖᛏᚢᚱᚾᛖᛞ ᚺᚨᛚᚠ ᛟᚠ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚲᚺᛁᛚᛞᚱᛖᚾ. Yᛟᚢ ᚨᚱᛖ ᚨᛋ ᛒᛖᚨᚢᛏᛁᚠᚢᛚ ᚨᛋ ᛁ ᚹᚨᛋ ᛈᚱᛟᛗᛁᛋᛖᛞ ᛃᛟᚢ ᚹᛁᛚᛚ ᛒᛖ. ᛁ ᚨᛗ ᚷᛚᚨᛞ ᛃᛟᚢ ᛚᛟᚹᛖᛞ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛚᛟᛟᚲ ᛟᚠ ᛗᛃ ᚨᛋᛋ. Mᛃ ᚲᛟᚲᚲ ᚹᛁᛚᛚ ᛒᛖ ᛒᚢᚱᛁᛖᛞ ᛞᛖᛖᛈ ᚹᛁᛏᚺᛁᚾ ᛃᛟᚢᚱ ᛒᛟᛞᛃ, ᚲᛚᚨᛁᛗᛁᚾᚷ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛟᚹᚾᛁᚾᚷ ᛃᛟᚢ ᛋᛟᛟᚾ. Mᛃ qᚢᛖᛖᚾ ᚹᛁᛚᛚ ᚱᛖᛏᚢᚱᚾ ᛏᛟ ᛗᛖ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚱᚢᛚᛖ ᚨᛋ ᛁᛋ ᚺᛖᚱ ᛞᛖᛋᛏᛁᚾᛃ"

Not only am I able to verbalise the words aloud as if I was reading English, the translation and accent is perfect. Ástríðr is so proud of me, she isn't listening to the words being spoken but instead jumping for joy. That is until I finally repeat everything in English, while staring at my brother with confusion on my face but fear in my heart.

"Ástríðr, as a mating gift I have returned half of the children. You are as beautiful as I was promised you would be. I am glad you loved the look of my ass. My cock will be buried deep within your body, claiming and owning you soon. My Queen will return to me and rule as is her destiny."

There is no name signed, but that isn't necessary. We both know the author of this note is the Alpha from my dream. Looking to my brother I can see he is fighting an internal battle that I do not understand. It is then Matthew appears from the forest at the end of my garden in panther form. Standing beside my brother with the feral look in his eye that I know all too well. "Who did you fight to get this note brother?" I keep my eyes on Matthew while I ask the question and I'm glad I do. Jackson maybe able to answer the question with an emotionless tone in his voice and a stoic look on his face, but Matthew in Panther or Human form is unable to keep his emotions from his eyes. It's one of his tells. "A wolf as black as night, stronger than I have seen or felt. He was familiar but not!" The frown on his face is unusual but the fact Matthew can not look at me tells me there is more