Life didn't just give you lemons, they ditched them at you until you were bloodied. Not only did I feel the sting of betrayal from my best friends and lover, finding out I'm mated to dick but now I'm being hunted by a unseen dark force that is hell bent on terrorising me till the brink of insanity. It's like Rose Kennedy said " It has been said that time heals all wounds. I don't agree. The wounds remain. Time - the mind, protecting its sanity - covers them with some scar tissue and the pain lessens, but it is never gone". So how am I going to protect my sanity? How will I deal with all this constant stream of bullshit. Will I build up scar tissue or will he rip open my scars until there's nothing left of me. You can't fight what you can't see... can you? Will Jackson god damn Whittemore be my light? Will my pack protect me?

England: circa 1310 A.D. Few are blessed with the burden of foresight. Few could feel the wind changing, or see the skies darkening; a storm was brewing. For centuries, those with magic and those without lived together in relative peace. Alas, all good things must eventually come to an end. Twelve sorcerers, condemned to centuries of slumber, would soon awaken. During a time of religious reign, their awakening would be the catalyst that turned man against magic forever. So would begin the witch hunt, the slaughtering of magical creatures once awed. Some would perish; most would hide. Others would build an army in retaliation and the world would be at full out war. All this, with the threat of a dark cult hellbent on resurrecting the one being that should not be resurrected ever looming. Indeed, dark times lie ahead. It has been said: “A man does not become great by having it easy; it is adversity that pushes him to greatness.” If that were true, then Tahir and his companions had enough adversity to become some of the greatest people ever to live. This is their story.