Rozelin looked at the neat, cursive handwriting left on the letter from Gabriel.
"Conspiring against you…" muttered Alex.
Frank nodded, "You don't kill them all that way, though."
"Is there a better way to kill them!?" Alex reacted.
"Why is everything with you a joke-"
As the two men argued and argued further about the letter and Gabriel's actions, Rozelin continued to read and reread it and review what she had said in the woods.
"Still, he signed it with \'C\'. Are you sure it's Gabriel?" Alex diverted his question to his rosette and distracted him from his thoughts.
Rozelin nodded to look into his emerald green eyes, "It was definitely him.
"Did he crash?" Alex dug deeper, still not convinced by her words.
"No. He forced me not to move, and he just… talked to me." Rozelin looked at the letter again before continuing with a firm voice, "That was him."
Frank took the letter from Rozelin, brought it close to her face, and examined it, "I wonder, her writing style is neat. It looks like she used a fountain pen. She may have rushed the letter and didn't finish it properly. After all, she killed 13 people."
Rozelin sighed in disappointment. Taking a sip of her hot chocolate, she leaned her elbow on the counter and rested her head on her hand. Rozelin looked around and was relieved to find no one nearby to listen to their conversation. At times like these, she wished Alex was a werewolf so they could make a mind connection with him.
"Let's keep that to ourselves. The Pack doesn't need to know that." Rozelin held up the letter again, "Or I'm the cause of their disappearance," she whispered harshly.
"It's not your fault. They were plotting against you. You are their Luna!" Frank cried out in a whisper, "The moment they decided to plan, they sealed their fate."
"Either way, honey, they were going to die. Gabriel asserted their execution," Alex added, with a stern smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"What was that?" A deep voice echoed in the kitchen. Rozelin already knew who she was, so she turned around in her seat and grimaced when she saw Damon and Beta Kane enter the kitchen. Before she could answer, Chiara and Nairi and more group members entered the room as they turned on the kettle once more and leaned across the rozel and the men.
"We have something to discuss," said Rozelin, looking at the new arrivals in her office.
Damon squinted his eyes a little, not enough for others to see, but Rozelin could tell. Damon knew something was up, especially after Rozel had said she knew the vampire in the woods, and now they had graves to dig.
"Come." Damon turned his back on them and made his way to his office. As Beta Kane passed her, rosélin, Frank, and Alex followed; He put the letter back in his jacket pocket.
In the corridor leading to the library, Rozelin stopped abruptly, and as before, the men nearly bumped into her. His eyes were wide open, especially looking at nothing in front of him. Damon heard the squeak of the coaches behind him and turned to see what the commotion was. She blinked in surprise at the expression on her face. The color of his face faded once more as he stared at the floor and the walls.
"This is where we stopped last time.. Is his memory coming back?" whispered Alex.
"I don't know," Frank shrugged casually, but his face was full of worry, "he's been through a lot. Again."
"A lot of... blood." Rozelin whispered hard.
Damon frowned after listening to Alex and Frank Rozel talk about her lost memories. But his words caught him off guard. Damon realized that the corridor they were in was one of the few corridors where he was left alone with countless corpses when his parents were killed. Wolves left to protect them.
Rozelin swallowed with unshed tears in her eyes. Ahead of him, his vision was shifting from the present to what he initially assumed was a hallucination. But it was too much of a coincidence. There were not one but several bodies scattered around the hallway, fresh blood staining the walls, bloody claw marks on the floor, bullet holes, and empty cartridge cases. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes to calm his erratic heart.
"That's it. Just breathe," Malia softly persuaded him.
Damon took a slow step towards her, raising his hands to look at her gently, "Rozelin, baby."
A tear fell from her eye as she blinked and opened her eyes, and she returned to reality and looked at her partner. Without another word, she rushed forward and slipped into Damo's open arms. He immediately wrapped her in his arms, her embrace comforting him, warming his cold body.
"I'm here my angel." Damon kissed her on the top of her head, away from her bloody hair. She pulled back and lowered her hands to her face, so she looked at him; He could see the fear behind his eyes at the unknown. Something she hoped she wouldn't remember.
"I'll always be here for you," he whispered, without placing a gentle kiss on her lips, and not just from his enemies, but from his enemies.
before deepening it after feeling the desire to protect it from the shadows of a bloody past.
As they parted, Damon interlocked his fingers and they walked side-by-side into the office, followed by the others smiling at the pair. Damon opened the door for Roselle to enter first, who cheekily took a seat on the other side of her desk. Her eyes immediately lit up, causing her to smile innocently. Shaking his head, he switched on the side lamp and walked behind her, leaning against the window sill.
The study was dark and lit only by the partial moon behind the clouds shining through the window and the lamp still not killing the shadows in the room. That was what she loved, but still Rozelin felt the fear; He was good at composing himself even after a minor breakdown. But the bond seemed to get stronger even without mating or markings. Or more in tune with it; Since they were known to be spouses, they spent every day sleeping in the same bed.
Rozelin watched as the others entered the room. She knew sitting in Damon's chair was a bit risky, but even with Damon's wrath, she wanted something else to distract him from the flashback he had witnessed. If it was. Rozelin nodded with a sigh and noticed why they were in the room.
He took the letter out of his pocket and held it up; Damon immediately took it and said, "Who is C?" she read. His deep voice combined with a growl that echoed throughout the room.
Beta Kane stepped forward and read the letter as well, "Do you know the vampire who did this, Luna?"
Rozelin swallowed and explained to Kane what she had told Damon. She concludes with a letter from Gabriel. Finally, Kane pulled her golden locks out of her bun and let them fall in waves over her shoulders. He looked at Damon, "What are we going to tell the Pack?"
Rozelin turned in the leather sofa to face Damon; she could see him deep in thought, his brows furrowed and his chin wearing a chin, "We tell them he's a vampire covered in blood. Nothing more."
Frank was the next to speak; leaning against the wall, arms folded, "There is a survivor.. They may suspect that their collaborator is all dead."
"That's another matter," Kane added, making Roselin turn to look at him, "Lydia who survived."
"Of course it is," Frank snapped, and Rozelin snarled.
"What are you recruiting werewolves for? Raising a riot?" cried Alex.
"It'll never work," Damon's growl filled the room, sending a small vibration across the furniture and books, "There are 13 or 14 people who don't want Luna to be their rosary against the rest of the pack."
"Currently 659 to 1. Or if Darren is actually working with Lydia, 658 to 2,"
"Lydia is smart.." Rozelin began, her hands clasped, elbows on the table, her head bowed, thinking thoughtfully, "She's adaptable and smart. But even if she thinks Gabriel is helping me.. There's no proof... Darren' what happened to you?"
"In one of the cells," Kane replied.
Silence fell on the group, all lost in thought and tiredness on their faces. Roselin looked at each of their faces; Shadows began to form under his eyes.
Rozelin repeated what Damon had said before sending them away. Hope they all have a good night's sleep.
When Rozel turned her back she saw Damon looking at her, eyebrows raised and a faint smile on her lips, "I just have to let you lead the pack."
"Ugh, come on, I just seem to bring bad luck. That's why," Rozelin ran her hands through her already messy hair.
"No queen is without her enemies," Damon replied seriously.
"I'm not even a queen yet!" cried Roselin.
"But you will, and Gabriel only helped you get rid of some of them," Damon remarked, "I disagree with his methods. But I can't say I'm completely angry with him. Whatever they are. Their plan was big enough to wipe out a small group of my werewolves. This also killed 13 of my pack members. It brings with it the fact that there are vampires strong enough to take down."
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Rozelin got up from the leather sofa and walked into Damon's lap, leaning against her sharp chest as she cocooned in his muscular arms with the woody scent that now calmed and comforted her aching heart. Rozelin sighed; His eyes closed as fatigue began to fill his mind and body. It had been a very long day. Although he wanted nothing more than to lie down like the others, they still needed to discuss a few things.
She pulled back and looked at Damon, stopping her parted lips as she stroked his cheek. Bending his hand, he said, "Then aren't all vampires that strong?" she asked.
Damon chuckles with a low growl that begins to escape his lips, "Were you thinking of another man, a vampire, while you were in my arms?"
"What!? No! There is no such thing!"
"He's right, you know…" Malia grinned; In Rosem's mind she turned to him. Rozelin was wolf and too tired to deal with a jealous wife.
Damon chuckled again, "I was just kidding."
His words caused Rozel to take a double glance on her face.
caused; was it serious? OK.
Damon sighed and loosened his hand, moving it towards her forearm and hand, while he went to sit in his chair and pulled the rozel down with him. She sat sideways on his lap, wrapped her arm around his neck, and unconsciously began to play with the hair on the back of her neck as she stared into his silvery eyes.
"We've encountered rogue vampires before. Even groups. This isn't the first of the Pack, and it's not the last as far as they go."
"What do you mean?" ' asked Rozelin, looking for answers in her eyes.
"Over the last ten years, vampires have begun to be sloppy about leaving corpses, a few corpses, and attacking swarms. But they've never been able to kill more than one werewolf in one sitting. Even in groups. They couldn't. kill so many people. And a rogue vampire... would feed, ' His face darkened, his lips twisted in disgust, and he continued.
"Hmmm, Gabriel said something about a hierarchy in vampires. Frankly, we know about the vampire king, if he still exists?" She looked at him and nodded, confirming that the king was still alive, "but there are other nobles as well. He is one of them."
Damon squinted, "If I didn't believe he was your friend, his actions could have sparked a war between the species. I'm still not entirely convinced if he's a friend or foe. You may have been together in the cells, but why would he go out of his way to help you?"
"I look like someone he used to know..." said Rozelin with weak conviction. But for now, that's what he had to believe. They became friends in the cells and she helped him get rid of the enemies he didn't know...
But Damo's words made her tremble. If Gabriel did this as an "act of war", it wasn't just the hunters who had to worry about it, but also the vampires. Not to mention that there will be human casualties as well, as one starts to wonder how much loss and death there will be on both sides.
"Hmm, maybe he knew your mother. Or one of your ancestors? Hey, nothing to worry about!" Damon calmed his swirling thoughts in his soft voice, "For now, whatever. We'll have to talk to the vampire king soon enough. Something must be done about the hunters and the vampires who rebelled against his system. A system has been set up. a place for the safety of humans and werewolves."
"And if the king doesn't listen… will there be war?" She added knowingly where Rozelin thought process was going. "Do we have numbers for that?" she sighed.
Damon nodded, "I'm not sure. When the tribes first became werewolves, we weren't nearly enough. But now… there's a lot more hell than us, but it might be the same. for them."
Rozelin nodded, "Well, Gabriel didn't do it as an act of war. So I think for now we should focus on the hunters and what we should do about them."
Damon chuckled, "No, angel. We're going to bed now."
Rozelin blinked at him in surprise, automatically pursing her lips as hers softly met hers. Damon stepped back and said, "We don't need to fix all the pack's problems right now. I love that you want that, but it's past three in the morning. We need to sleep."
"What about families? Shouldn't we be checking them out?" ' Rosalin asked, with concern forming behind her eyes as she stared at his dark-lashed silver orbs.
"I got Chiara in my mind and she said they're all back home now. We can check them out tomorrow," she replied and started to stand up before placing a kiss on her cheek.
Rozelin stood up and sighed, "Okay. Sleep feels great right now.." She stretched her neck from side to side before taking Damon out of her office, turning off the lamp as she left.
They walked in comfortable silence; However, sexual tension still rose within them, but their tiredness had overcome the urge to sleep together. The two began to walk past the large doors leading to the library, and the rosette stopped abruptly. His brows furrowed as he felt a burning urge to get inside.
"Rozelin" Damon's deep voice almost brought him out of his stupor. She could hear him, feel his presence behind her, but something in her mind was telling her to go into the library.
Rozelin succumbed to this mind-consuming spell and opened the doors in front of her. His legs walked forward like robots, as if he wasn't controlling them.
"Malia, is that you?" Rozelin asked the wolf.
"No.. But I don't feel threatened...as if we were supposed to get in here.." Malia said dreamily.
"Same.."
"Rozelin, what's going on?" Damon turned to face him, but when he saw his eyes glow electric blue, he stopped and looked at her without actually seeing her. He didn't record who Damon was at the time, except for one person who got in his way.
Without answering, he walked around her and walked towards one of the bookcases. Damon followed behind and frowned as he saw her move several books in an order, a pattern he knew too. Previously only
A secret design that he has seen once but never used. It was not his place to use it.
At that moment, he realized that the memories of Rozel, especially of being at her parents' house and the road they would soon walk, would soon return.
Rozelin took a thick, blue leather book and pulled it out at an angle, causing a loud mechanical 'click' right behind her.
The bookcase opened a piece..
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The bookshelf opened a bit, so Roselin ran her fingers over the board where the small entrance was. Just before he started to open it, another 'click' sounded as he felt something prick his finger, causing him to jump and bark. Rozelin withdrew her hand and looked at the small wound on her index finger, on which a small pool of blood had formed. It also caused Rozel to break free from the spell she was in.
Suddenly, there was a small thud from the bookshelf, and the two of them took a step back as the furniture opened by itself and saw the dark, gray stone corridor behind them. Rozelin looked in, but despite her increased visibility, she could only see a long, medieval-style corridor.
He stepped back again and studied the mechanics of the library. In a small slot on the side, he could see the little spike that had stabbed his finger, now folded so it wouldn't puncture anyone else. Rozelin took a step towards the long corridor entrance and was immediately lit by torches on the sides of the wall. Shocked, he looked at Damon, who took a deep breath in response and gave him his hand.
Her little movement made Roselline scowl. He looked nervous; He had never seen that look in her eyes before, so before taking the next step, he asked, "What is this?" she asked.
Damon curled his lips in a small smile, a smile that didn't reach his tired eyes, "Nothing. I'm just worried about you." Before he lifted it, he squeezed her hand and placed a kiss on her, "Come on. You should see what's going on here."
"Do you know here?" Eyes wide open now, he was even more shocked to learn of this little secret in Damon's Cross-family home.
"I've only been here twice…" He paused. He expected him to expand his answer further, but he did not, and instead took a step forward, urging him to do the same.
The moment her feet touched the corridor, she almost jumped back to the two small figures she saw in front of her. Were they ghosts? It was a small sketch, but vaguely familiar. Instead of being frightened, he watched with curiosity and wonder as their shapes began to fill with features.
But before they could even grasp what their faces looked like, the little boy and girl, holding hands, turned around and started running down the hall. Rozelin expected to hear laughter, but fear traps her when she hears the girl's cries and the boy trying to comfort her and motivate her to keep moving. A reassuring squeeze in his hand drew him back to the present; She looked at Damon, and she immediately felt better with his presence.
If he was alone right now, could he do this on his own? Whatever had brought him to this place seemed to lead him to something very important. Maybe something to unlock their memories. The pair continued slowly down the aisle; they were walking down a gradual incline that led to rocky stairs that were almost crumbling at last. Rozelin hesitantly put her foot on the first step and slowly shifted her weight, while Damon grabbed her hand as well as her elbow in case she broke it. He let it go and showed the way. The stairs were not big enough for two people to walk side by side.
When Rozelin looked down she could see a fairly steep descent, but the torches continued to burn in five rows in front of her as she descended the steps. She could see the bottom and the height wasn't that great, so the injury would be minor if they fell.
When they went downstairs, there was an archway leading to a large room in front of them. Before Rozelin took another step, the two little children trembled before her again; He stared into the void as Damon stared at him with wrinkled eyebrows. Rozelin didn't move, but her eyes widened as she looked into the dark room.
Before his eyes, the room lit up to show the great space in all its glory. The boys ran to a stop in front of a wall-mounted glass box that looked like it was holding a shotgun. There was a lock on the front without a keymark. Rozelin watched in horror as the little boy grabbed a lamp and crashed into the safe. The glass shattered and flew to the ground; the girl turned her head from the flying pieces.
Rose's eyebrows rose when she saw the little girls' faces. He squinted his eyes, trying to absorb the girl's details. Although he could see these children, he was unaware that the person he was watching as an eight-year-old was himself. Rozelin thought they were ghosts, since there was no color in this memory. If so, she could have figured it out sooner since her hair color is snow white.
Her face now turned to the little boy holding a shotgun in one hand and her hand in the other. The two ran into another corridor. Rozelin blinked and the figures disappeared like smoke in the wind. She realized she hadn't taken another step, and the great room was still dark.
Rozelin took a deep breath before stepping forward, and suddenly the room lit up. The magnificent chandelier, all its candles burned out, and the torches on the walls were blazing. Rozelin ignored the rest of the room as she walked to the far end and raised her hand to the broken glass box. Next to the four shotguns clipped in, a missing
there was a dearth.
After a crackling sound filled the great room, Rozelin looked back; He had accidentally stepped on the broken glass left on the floor. He turned to see Damon watching him. Rozelin frowned and shook her head. A glint of recognition flashed in his eyes.
When she first met Damon, she felt like she had met him before…
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Rozelin was standing opposite Damon in the secret room under the mansion. The two followed each other. Rose's face grew curious as she drew nearer to him; the tie was pulling him to go to her as well.
"Damon," she whispered.
She took a step toward him, almost pushing him away from the shock of realizing she knew Damon as a child.
"Were you and I childhood friends?" His voice was low as his eyes wandered over her lines.
"Yeah, we were."
"W-why didn't you say anything?" she stammered.
Damon took another step towards her, "Some of our memories together are dark, blood-filled, Rozelin. I didn't want to bring up anything that might be a trigger for you. You've been through a lot for a long time. In a short amount of time."
Rozelin looked to the side, understanding her reasoning, but it might be another source of comfort when she rejoins the pack. Also, suffering may have accelerated the matching and marking process. Rozelin sighed to herself. His memories were still jumbled, only the sparks of vision the two had appeared as children. However, he was more certain now that Damon was his childhood friend; her appearance was clear in his mind now.
"I see," she said wearily.
"What do you remember?" Damon asked.
"Were we running from something? You got into that case and bought a shotgun.. That's all I remember.." Rozelin fell silent. She wished that her memories would come back, even once. It's over, cry if it's that bad, then move on.
Damon nodded before running a hand through his long, tangled tresses. He looked into her eyes, "We were running from the Hunters' mansion..."
Rozelin tilted her head to the side and felt a headache build up.
"It was the night your parent was killed."
The pounding on his head intensified; He closed his eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of his nose, wishing the pain would go away. He opened his eyes and his vision flickered as a piece of memory formed before him.
[15 years ago..]
Footsteps pounding on the marble floor echoed through the corridors. Gunshots erupted in the distance, causing my rosé to jump and her little hands to crouch over her head.
"Lets!" A young boy's voice reached his ears. She looked up and saw Damon running over to her and lifting the frightened girl up.
"We need it. We need to keep going. Follow the Barrage Dam," Malia wailed in Rozelin's mind.
He nodded and took Damo's hand. More gunshots were heard in the corridors, but Rozelin continued to keep pace with the Barrage Dam as they sneaked through the corridors. He suddenly stopped in a corner and withdrew his hand from behind as he continued to go further. He turned around and brought his finger to his lips. Rozelin nodded and leaned against the wall as Dam Dam bent her head forward.
explosion
explosion
Rozelin jumped at how high and close the shots were. His forehead wrinkled and fear continued to spread throughout his body; she was shaking. But a glance at Damo's calm demeanor calmed him. He would protect her. They would protect each other. After all, they made a rosy promise, and no one breaks a rosy promise.
Rozelin looked down when something shiny caught her attention; It was a silver bullet rolling from their side.
"The boss thinks they have kids."
"Do we know what it looks like?"
"No."
"Then how do we find the idiot?"
"She has silver hair like the queen wolf."
The bandits grumbled some more before Rozelin heard the footsteps go away. A tugboat in his hand indicated that it was safe to leave their hiding place. They started running again.
"Don't look down, keep staring at the ceiling!" Ante warned. She pursed her lips and for once obeyed his orders.
The only problem was that he couldn't see where the rosé was going. Just relying on Antaye, he follows behind him with his hand. As she passed some objects on the ground, Rozelin did not see the liquid covering the surface, and her pink shoes slipped.
Rozel's hands went up to stop the force of the fall. His knees hit the wet floor hard and his hands touched something hot and sticky. His deer-like eyes grew larger as he saw the blood smeared on his hands and knees. She looked beside them and saw two corpses; on his right was one of his bodyguards. There she lay with holes in her chest, gushing blood, her glassy eyes looking up.
Rozelin held her breath, taking a deep breath, and she felt she was about to scream until a hand covered her mouth. His tearful face looked into a pair of fierce stormy eyes.
"Right, Just watch me. You're fine.." she helped him get up and this time put him on his back. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she hid her face behind her hoodie, and she closed her eyes tightly. She felt the vibrations and jolts of her body from where she was running in the corridors.
"Ante's going to save us. We'll be dating soon.." Malia consoled him and seemed reassuring. Rozelin could hear the thickness in the wolf's voice. She was crying too.
"We're safe. But my mother..."
"I know," Malia interrupted with a sob.
"And…" Rozelin squeezed her eyes tighter and let the silent tears flow down her face. of the antenna
wet the top of your hoodie
Rozelin gasped as she reshaped around the vision of the day. Once again she found herself standing in the mysterious room under the mansion. Here and now settled around him; She felt a little disoriented as she went from a small eight-year-old size to now an adult size in her mind.
Tears shone in his crystal-blue eyes; He was staring at Damo's perfectly sculpted features. His eyes were filled with worry, and his large hands covered her shoulders.
"Rozelin are you okay? She was calling your name."
Rozelin searched her eyes and raised her hand, stroking her dirty chin.
"Ant"
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Damo's eyes twitched at the nickname Rozelin had given her as a child. They met when he was five years old and stubbornly changed his name, as he could not pronounce it. No, the girl said she didn't like the name. She ignored her constant protests until she relented and eventually choked on she.
"Do you remember?" Damon asked him.
"Not all. Just part of that night." Rozel interrupted, "I guess we just got away?" Damon nodded, "Thank you."
His brows furrowed in surprise, "For what?"
"You're rescuing me, you're helping me escape.. That's twice now, actually..."
Damon nodded before closing the small gap between them; She bent her head so that their foreheads touched, "You don't have to thank me, Rozelin. We sparrow promised to protect each other." He winked before catching his lips and running his hands through his hair. She replied with a small groan and let her hold her mouth. As they parted breathlessly, she could see Rozel's eyes flickering like a light between Darius and Damon, who were trying to take control. What was evident was the burning desire within them.
A self-reflective desire. But she resisted the urge to warm up and sweat in a strange room. He pulled back, sighing, and passed Damon; returned to the great room. His eyes fell on the glass counter and the crown inside was revealed.
His eyebrows were furrowed; He was so focused on his lost childhood memories that he didn't record the furniture in the room they were in. Roselin looked around; She felt like she had found the "bat cave." She looked like a museum with artifacts on display and weapons hanging on the walls.
Not to mention dead, rich parents.
"Oh, honey. It was too dark even for you." Malia said. But sometimes it was black humor that got him through things.
"Where is here?" Rozelin climbed into the gold-crowned glass, admired it, and guessed how old she was. She used her arm to wipe the topcoat dust from the glass so she could see the crown better.
Damon came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed his nose to her neck, and took a deep breath, "Hmmm, I don't know what it's called but these underground chambers have been here for centuries."
Rozelin turned her head to look at him, her lips parted in shock, "Centuries? Isn't the mansion that old?"
Damon nodded, "No, it's not that old. There was a fire in the original building, but these underground chambers and tunnels didn't catch fire. It contains all the Cross logs, the old weapons. like the swords over there.. I think everything you need, even escape routes, just like the gateway we took."
"And you've only been here twice?" Rozel spun where she was, now leaning against the glass counter, Damon's hands still on her hips, sending little sparks of desire into her core. Again she ignored and focused.
"Yes. The first was with your mother... and the second was with you."
"My mother?" He waited for Rozel to explain further.
"Yeah, a week ago.. Actually, before they were killed. He was the one who showed me the escape route. As a kid, I didn't think much of it. Until the Hunters attacked.. As we've said before, your family knew something was going to happen and it was necessary to ensure your safety."
Rozelin bit the inside of her cheek, "That's a lot of responsibility for a 12-year-old.. But in the years you were here without me... you never thought of coming back here? So, no offense, but you could at least clean this place.. glass on the floor, dust on the counters. .."
Damon chuckled, "There were the guards, too. I guess they knew their way out, too, but they died on the way and it was just the two of us left.. If I could get in here, I would."
"What do you mean? If you could?" Rozelin wasn't sure if fatigue was making her stupid, and she couldn't keep up, or if there was information she had missed.
Damon sighed, "You have to be a Cross to get in. Or in our case you have to be of the Cross lineage to get in. It seems your ancestors knew witches back then too... it's bound by magic and your blood is the only way to open the library completely. Blood of the Cross."
Rozelin raised her hand and looked at the small lump on her stinging finger, "Hmmm, it seems my ancestors were strict about safety even back then."
"It seems so. But there's a lot to be had in a safe place here. Look around, you've got relics that historians treasure and would love to have in a museum, and family portraits in another room. Art Gallery."
Rozelin big room
looked at the moon; The candlelit chandelier gave an eerie and cozy atmosphere. Damon backed off as he started looking at some of the items on the counters and the guns on the walls. His crystal blue eyes lit up in awe at such wonderful objects. Turning around, "Where are the pictures?" she asked.
Damon began guiding him down another corridor that was burning at their entrance. They had cobwebs on them, but Rozelin tried not to look for spiders spinning them. He shivered and distracted, "Is my family there?"
"Yeah, when I was here with your mom.. I saw it and it was spotless in here. I think he used one of the rooms here. It looked quite lived-in."
Rozelin frowned, "What a strange woman my mother was... The mansion is huge! What would she want here?"
"Perhaps the peace and quiet from the herd?" Damon shrugged before opening a door for her to enter.
"True, but mind connections don't really give you the option to hide.." Rozelin fell silent as she walked to the first portrait that stood out in the room.
There was a painting of his parents in a gold frame, and among them was himself as a child. With a sigh, Rozelin compared her eyes to their mother's, seeing no resemblance or difference in their eyes. What did Gabriel mean? He looked at his father and felt the tears fall again. Her makeup was definitely ruined from the night.
Her father was sitting there with eight-year-old Rozelin sitting on his lap. Like most of the men in the pack, he was a burly man, but with an impressively broad body, full of muscles you can see under the suit he was wearing. A tattoo covered one of his hands, an image of a wolf showing his teeth in anger. He knew his father was a handsome man, anyone could see it, and it was quite impressive to look at the couple sitting next to each other, their parents. Both were beautiful and strong.
His dark features clashed with his mother's pale complexion, but somehow they merged. His father, Titus, had dark green-brown eyes that swirled with knowledge between his ages, but his face was young for his age. His brown hair and beard matched his olive skin. He sighed as he looked between the two of them, seeing nothing like his father, but according to several pack members, he did look like him in some way, and that at least made him feel better.
Damon walks by and examines the other pictures, shaking his head at how one person's hair turns white in each picture. As the Cross is well known. He kept walking until the last painting, which seemed to be the oldest and probably one of the first to be put in the room. Her eyes widened when she looked at the woman standing next to the man in the picture.
"Roseline.."
Rozelin turned from another painting she was studying and reached for Damon, but paused briefly when she saw the painting Damon was looking at. The white-haired woman looked exactly like her, and as she looked at the gold plate nailed to the wall she read the first name Gabriel had called her.
Amelia capraz.