ETERNAL LOVER

Hannah Howell

Scotland, 1435 Alpin has lived for centuries dominated by a longing and a desire that the mere physical pleasure can not quench. And then he gets to know Sophie whose own search for a eternal love unites them under a blanket of sensuality and passion ...

Dear reader,

There, in one dimension, a world of secret desires, pleasures and obscure unbreakable curses, in which the characters are mysterious men and women seductive. They are powerful creatures, tempting, charming ... Know this secret world ... if you dare ...

Chapter I

Scotland, 1000

- No! Morvyn Galt woke up shaking and sweating with fear. A smell of magic spread through the air. Startled, she jumped out of bed and pulled the clothes. He could feel the rage Rona and hear how your broken heart beat aching, pulsing with hatred instead of love. Knew would not have time to stop his sister fed the feeling, needed but at least try. So, took the small bag and ran toward the house Rona praying, though fearing that their prayers go forth for nothing. Reached the little cottage and tried in vain to open the locked door. The smoke coming from the house was filled with the smell of herbs and witchcraft, stinging their eyes. Upon hearing Rona singing the songs, slammed into the wood, begging to be heard. - Do not do it, my sister! Stop! You will curse us all! - My aim is one - Rona said, putting her hands on her belly. - He's earned it. Staring into the fire, saw there the face of the lover who seduced and betrayed. He was marrying another the next morning, exchanging a great love for land and coins. So she would suffer the same pain that he pressed his chest. - Hate for hate, pain for pain, blood for blood, life for life ... - Said the witch, as she stroked her belly and played a mixture of herbs in the fire. - Rona, please! Do not do it! - If my fate is loneliness, its also the insulation - Rona continued, ignoring the pleas of her sister. Morvyn looked for anything in the bag that could write. It was necessary to record everything! To lie on the floor with a pen and a scroll in order to take advantage of the light coming from the crack under the door, he remembered he had no ink. Dali could see the smoke swirling around his sister, who played a handful of herbs into the fire. Decided, Morvyn made a cut on his hand, with the dagger, dipped his pen in blood and began to record the words. - His first son did not know anything but shadows - Rona intoned. - And so it will be until the seed of MacCordy be consumed by hatred and evaporates in the fog. Morvyn spread its healing stones in front of the door, praying that they ameliorate the force of the curse.

- From the first sunsets that this heir MacCordy become a man, the darkness will make him her lover, the blood is your wine, the fury will steal your soul, the cravings will devour your heart and your nights are filled with nightmares. - Rona felt the baby kicking in her womb, as if he were protesting, which did not stop him from: - He did not know the beauty, love and peace. The name of MacCordy be cursed, and his legend will only frighten everyone. So it will be, until he comes out of the shadows of pride, greed for land and by fortune, and follow the commands of the heart. Kneeling, Morvyn stared at the closed door, stunned. I could not believe that her sister had been so cruel and vindictive. Rona knew the risks of initiating a curse with such anger, knew the danger of the plague be turned against them, and yet, due to the pain he ignored all dangers. Touched his heart. He could feel the pain and suffering of future generations, both his family and the MacCordy. When the door opened, he looked at his sister. In light of the torch held Rona, noticed the glint of hatred in his greenish eyes. Apparently indicated she believed had gone out of it victorious. Morvyn, however, was sure not. So do not be surprised to feel the tears ran on his face. - How could you do such a thing? - Would not it be better to ask how he could do what he did? - Shouted the witch, frowning at the sight of his sister's hand bleeding. - What happened? Trembling, Morvyn started collecting things and putting them back in the bag. - I had to write with his words. - He used his blood to that? - It served my purpose. I do not know why you're so upset. After all, families and Galt MacCordy bleed for centuries after what you did tonight. So saying, he took the stones still hot in order to save them, hoping that they had helped to soften the curse. - Cannot keep these writings! They can be considered as a sin yours. Besides which, words can condemn not only me, but to us all. - You have condemned us, Rona, despite the risks. - Except for what he wrote, there is no proof of witchcraft - challenged the other. - I recorded his words on the parchment and I hide it. Who knows any descendants find the one day and have the strength to break the curse. - He had to pay for what he did! - If he did wrong, you also acted. The evil that spread will affect many people, your spell will perpetuate in our lineage as much as his. Perpetrate this spell the beginning of a new century reinforces the power of evil that you urged. - Morvyn stood up and looked at what I had written. - I believe you have stolen all our hope and happiness, but not let that put his life

in danger. This scroll will be well hidden. And, starting today, I will pray every day for someone to find the our blood.

Scotland, 1435

The frail body trembled with Sophie Hay sneeze. Taking a linen handkerchief, wiped her teary eyes and blew her nose. He smiled at the maid, Nella, who watched worriedly. There was good, if considering how much time it was in the old house Aunt Claire. Now was covered by dust that had fallen off in a cloud when she pulled a stone fireplace frame, which caused him followed sneezing. - Still do not understand what you want to find - Nella growled. - Steven said that her mistress would never come to this part of the house because he believed it was haunted. He still thinks it's not safe here. - The structure is tight. - Sophie groped stones around the fireplace. - The rest of the house may collapse, but these stones will not leave the place. The fact of them have come loose so easily indicates that there is something hidden. - Milady do not think this place is haunted? Sophie hid laughter, knowing he would have to choose the words in order not to scare Nella about to make her run away, terrified. - I do not feel the presence of spirits in this room - explained, omitting what had meaning to wander the rest of the house. - But envision sadness, grief and some fear that intensifies here, near the fireplace. So I want to investigate. Nella dark eyes widened when he noticed that Sophie stuck his hand through the hole in the wall. - I guess I should not do that. Fear and grief are not good things to feel. Only God knows what we might find. - I'm not eager to do this, Nella, but I feel that it is necessary. - Sophie continued to grope the void, ignoring the prayers created, to realize something. - I knew it! The gap was too tight, which prevented the identification of the object, but managed to grab him by pressing his body against the rocks. When yanked more strength, not only fell behind because the maid caught her. By placing the small package on the table, Nella approached, allowing curiosity surpass fear. Anxious, Sophie began to unwind the leather involving a small box.

Using the tip of the apron, wiped the surface dust. Found a small chest, made of heavy wood, ornamented with ninas and some Latin words. The hinges, handles and latches were of beaten gold, but there was no lock. Before opening it, she rubbed her hands with a sigh. - What are these tags? - Nella wondered. - Runes. Let me see ... Are signs for protection, hope, forgiveness and love. Only good things. "In here is the truth, and if the will of God, salvation two people "- translated words. Strange - said, sliding his hand on the lid of the box. - This is very old. would not surprise me if he had belonged to the matriarch of our lineage. - A witch? - Nella took a step back. - Is it a curse? - On the meaning of the runes, I doubt - Sophie commented to open the lid and frown. - Is there anything else wrapped in leather ... Whoever hiding it, wanted it to last for long. Pulled the object longer than there was, unwrapping it. - A scroll! -When unroll it found another equal but of smaller size. Touched him with reverence and said, surprise - is written in blood! - Ah, my lady, put it back. Quick! - Nella exclaimed. However to realize that the other clutched the little roll of paper, came up again: - What are you seeing? - The name of whoever wrote this: Morvyn, sister of Rona. - Rona, the witch! - That's right. - Sophie closed her eyes, feeling what happened to him over the parchment. There was no ink, so Morvyn wrote it with blood. He was so desperate to record what was said did not think twice. She tried to prevent his sister because he feared for all of us. Prayed to die very sad and lonely. Sophie took a deep breath again and again to stand firm. - This is not no treasure is? - Could be. Beneath all the despair was hope, which explains the words engraved on the lid of the box. - Can you read what is written on the parchment? - Yes, although I'm not sure if I want to do this. Maybe you're here why all the women in my family have died so poor, sad and alone as Morvyn ... But there are words like "truth" and "salvation" in the box lid. - She took a deep breath. - I better not read aloud. Sophie ran his eyes over the words recorded with blood and felt a chill. - I cannot believe Morvyn have written it. Are fucking words! - Read the contents of the scroll rapidly higher. - Oh, my God!

- What is it? - I think Rona deserves the reputation it has. She loved Ciar MacCordy belonging to the clan of MacCordy Nochdaidh. The two were lovers, but he left her pregnant to marry a woman with more possessions and money. - How often do most of these cretins! - Nella blasphemed. - It is true. Rona was hurt and her pain turned into anger. Thus, she decided to take revenge by cursing MacCordy and all his heirs. Morvyn says here that tried to stop her, because he feared that the Galt suffer as much as MacCordy. - Sophie shook her head in disagreement. - Believe me, Nella, this curse is very bad. The hope was that Morvyn some descendant met her this, and have sufficient courage and skill to undo what had Rona made. Poor Morvyn ... Spent his whole life trying to do the same, using rites and its stones. Once you have written as the curse was made, only returned to writing when we had a lot of age. See ... She also left his book of cures, thinking there might be found a way to break the spell. The last thing that is written in their message is: "The women of the family jostle Galt love only to lose it or see it die. Iranian obtain land and wealth, but nothing will heal their hearts or warm or cold nights. If you do nothing, die alone. "- Wiped tears from her eyes with the corner of her apron. - She was right, Nella. - Imagine ... Their predecessors just did not know how to choose. That's what happened. - The same story has been repeated in the last four hundred years. This manuscript was made exactly on the first day of the year 1000. Rona launched the curse on the night of the new year of a new century. It was a night chosen on purpose to strengthen and encourage the magic evil spirits. - There is no spirit of those around here, is not it? - Nella asked, folding his hands in silent prayer. - No. I feel that the potion was made here, but it was not black magic. - So where have all this fear and sadness? - Are the pains of the heart, lost love, loneliness. - Sophie took the two small bags inside the box. - Oh, my God! - What is it, my lady? - Are the runes Morvyn. - She placed two small pockets on the book now knew to be healing and spells. - These stones are healing and miraculous. Nella reached out to touch the bags with reverence. - Milady can feel vibrations in them? - Morvyn only practiced good magic - guaranteed Sophie, replacing everything inside the box. - It is very sad to know that such a woman both suffered and died without know love because of sister.

- Where does it lead? - Nella asked, hurrying to reach the boss. - To my room. After a nice hot bath and a wonderful meal, I intend to gather to read this book. The maid swore softly, then raised some saints, muttering that the wooden box should return to where it was. Sophie did not listen. It was late when Sophie had the opportunity to examine more closely their discovery. The house, the land and fortune with her aunt Claire had benefited were very welcome, but brought with it a huge responsibility. Claire was sick, both physically and mentally, during his last years. For this reason much had been neglected. Although exhausted by so many tasks that demanded his attention during the day, Sophie sat on a sheep wool rug before the fire. Taking sips of hot tea of lemon balm, took her hands had found the relic hours before. A quick examined in the book was enough to find several useful things: from healing balms simple to more complicated. He did not stop for a long time on spells, few, however benign, soon to reach the explanation of how to use the runes. That was an extraordinary gift. There were long thought those in power stones, dating back almost the same time of the creation of the world. As sentinels and possessing the secrets and past events, many wonders and truths could be discovered through the runes, if they understand its magic. Still sipping a hot drink, Sophie went on to examine the scrolls. Made several readings of both the letter of Morvyn as the curse, before placing everything back in the box. It was true that the truth was there, but could not be sure that someone would find salvation promised. Neither the letter nor the curse, indicated a way to end the despair of so many women in the family Galt. With the look stuck in the flames of the fireplace, she gave a long sigh. He could feel the spirit of those who had already left a long time, including the Poor Aunt Claire. Several generations of women in the family that Galt had savoured the sweet taste of love, also had felt its bitterness. And all of them had returned to the house in order to pass it the rest of their sad lives. They had spent years and years making conjectures about love, and no reason to find that he had the deep feeling blessed for a while, just like fine sand, escape him through the fingers. Though Werstane in only fifteen days she, Sophie, could feel the despair of every woman who lived there. It was a feeling so strong that it had cry. If Aunt Claire had carried this burden for a lifetime, it was explained why she had become so strange. He sighed again. Finally realized that the curse cast on Rona MacCordy: "sting", in the words of Morvyn. Now I knew I had Claire's fate, as well as all lonely and disillusioned spirits still trapped in Werstane. His mother had also succumbed to the evil sorceress. Had been driven by despair, preferring to throw himself into the sea than to spend the rest of life suffering.

Sophie blinked thoughtfully. Passed its twentieth anniversary and have not had experienced the same fate, as his heart had not found love. Most people considered her a spinster and target sentence. However, in his view, the truth was that he had a lot of luck. Finished her tea, rose and placed the cup on the mantelpiece. She was determined not to share the fate of women in her family. Even though the task took his entire life, had in mind to finish the torment that his ancestral vengeance thrown in so many innocent people. If out God's desire that all women of the family had to pay for the evils of Rona, four hundred thirty-five years of suffering had been a considerable penance. Now His desire was perhaps a Galt repair that error. Thinking like this, to lay down that night, Sophie decided what would be the appropriate place to begin your task: Nochdaidh. - Nella will not like it - he murmured, smiling, before closing his eyes. - I do not think good idea. Not at all! Sophie looked at her maid riding beside her. Had expected that reaction. However, the complaints of the girl began to feed your fear. Heavens! Would have to be brave and needed support. Nella was a loyal servant, but could be most fearless in order to support her. - You want me to die alone and heartbroken? - Asked, exasperated. - Of course not! - Then be quiet. Rona is the curse is not broken, I'll have the same fate as all the women in the family and I will be just another lost soul, wandering aimlessly through the halls Werstane. Nella glanced accusingly at her mistress. - Milady said there were spirits in the house! - Do not lie. There was a spirit in the room we were in and when I asked. - Sophie smiled, but returned in earnest to add: - Do not worry, everything is fine. - I fear, my lady. Say in the village that the owner of these lands is a monster that drinks blood and eats children. - If so, his appetite is not very voracious. The village was full of children playing in the street. Moreover, everything seemed too calm to be governed by a monster. Sophie looked austere landscape around, then frown when he noticed the stone castle that was beginning to loom in the valley right.

- This place seems a bit odd, however. Here the contrast between light and shadows is amazing. - It is sensing some danger? - Nella asked fearfully. - I feel like a dense cloud of despair involved the castle - Sophie admitted in the same tone of voice. - Oh, my God! That will not be good for my lady, not really. A few meters from the huge gate Nochdaidh, Sophie dismounted and slapped his hand on the cold ground and rocky. - The spell Rona permeated these lands. - Until the land is cursed? Will not be affected? - No. The spell here is family MacCordy. There is not addressed to you or me. - Nella also dismounted and stood beside Sophie, holding her hand. - Let's get out of this cursed place, milady. Miss've felt what this air is impregnated and this land can harm you. - I've been cursed and anticipate suffering, my friend. Years pass by so long and lonely as those who made my mother take his own life. The MacCordy also suffer. The curse was to be restricted to Rona and her beloved, but she affected a countless innocent. My aunt Claire, my mother and all others who suffered in that house did not have any fault of his destiny. The anger and pain of one wife marred the lives of all of us and I can not ignore this fact. How can I turn my back on that? I have the blood of Rona and need to do everything in my power to fix this error. If you do not for me, it's worth at least for future generations, for my children, if I am blessed enough to generate them. - This means that if he can break the curse, will love, be loved and have children? - That's what I understand to be right. Nella sighed heavily. - If so, then we should proceed. Milady has the right to be happy, and I need to be brave to protect it. Sophie smiled. Counting the number of talismans and other charms that created carried in his suitcase, not only them, but all women in Scotland would be protected. - I appreciate your loyalty and your company need, Nella. - He took the reins and pulling it, walked to the gates of Nochdaidh. - This place is so cursed that even the sun seems to be afraid to light it - the other girl whispered. - Let us pray that God will show me the way and I can dispel the shadows that hang around here.

Chapter II

- We have visits, Alpin. Alpin MacCordy looked up from the letter he was reading. His right-hand man, Eric, was standing on the other side of the huge hall table. There was no gore amusement in his expression, however it might just be joking. Visits? How was it possible? Nobody used to go Nochdaidh. Any traveller unaware that entered those lands was soon warned to keep away from the castle. - Does the weather turned bad suddenly about to get under someone come here? - Asked Alpin. - No. She just said that I would speak with you. - She? - The truth is that they are two women - explained Eric. - The lady says that Sophie Hay says he needs to talk to you. - Turning to the door suddenly the boy swore: - Damn it, woman, I said I was to wait outside! - Milady's cold - justified the thinner of the two, coming into the room. - I'm fine, Nella - protested the other. A gentle and mild voice caught the attention of Alpin, he felt a twinge in his chest at the sight of the girl. Posting up beside the fireplace, she took off her hood, revealing a delicate profile, flanked by long hair the color of honey. At that moment she was distracted with the maid was busy to take the cover while discussing with Eric. Alpin advantage that the three were busy to look better so Sophie. She owned a petite frame, but perfect. The shiny hair fell cascading down her back, reaching to the waist. The wool dress dark blue showed small breasts, but proportional, and outlining the rounded hips. The slightly upturned nose and mouth well designed completed the oval face of simple beauty.

The maid was also small, dark-haired, and not let even a little shaken by the large figure and intimadora Eric, either by his aggressive tone. Alpin stood up and approached the unwanted visitors. When Sophie looked at him, he had to summon all his willpower to not let transpire how his gaze sweeping the hit. Her eyes were big. The black lashes lined iris color of the sea: a unique blend between green and blue, which also gave him a certain mystery. The set seemed to draw the color palette of a master painter to finish his masterpiece, was delineated eyebrows in a different tone, capturing, in that way, the innocence and vitality of an elusive woman. For a brief moment, he imagined that the beautiful young woman had passed the gates of his house without being aware of who he was. However, to turn the attention to set up, realized how much she was frightened. The way that tightened firmly with a bag of amulets denoted the horror I felt. Now if women knew the danger of being there, why would they come? - His doubts increased when Sophie smiled and extended his hand. - I assume you are the owner of these lands - spoke safely. - I am Lady Sophie Hay and this is my created Nella. - Alpin MacCordy at your service, milady - he introduced himself, bowing to take the delicate hand in his. When soft lips brushed against her skin, Sophie was shaken by a strange chill. The brief contact was able to instill that sparks heated entirely. Censoring by being so susceptible to Alpin maleness, was afraid that, somehow, had made clear its attraction. An inexplicable bond arose between them, and Sophie feared that both had fallen into the trap set by revenge Rona centuries before. Even so, very secretly watched him, delighted. Alpin was one of the tallest men had ever known. Nevertheless and muscular physique, owned a beauty unique and harmonious. Without a doubt, was the most handsome man she had ever seen. Her hair fell long and tired, silky to the shoulders. The aquiline nose and eyes Brown excelled in the face of well-defined jaw. But it was a mouth full lips that made him even more desirable. If the lover Rona holds resemblance Alpin, was not difficult to understand the anger and pain of the witch lose it to another woman. Even so, one could not forgive her for the way he had reacted to betrayal. - What are you doing in Nochdaidh, milady? - Alpin asked, dropping her hand. - I'm trying to break the curse that the witch threw Rona about her family - she said without preamble.

Alpin did not disguise his disappointment. So it was just another charlatan selling false hopes. Like all the others who had already knocked on your door, she would do some magic tricks, fill the bag with money and would be gone with the wind. - The story of Rona, the witch, is just a legend. Lies invented to explain things that will never be understood. - It is not just a legend, my lord. I have papers that talk about the subject. - Really? And as these tests were stopping in their hands? - I found them in my aunt Claire. Rona is my ancestor. I descend women Galt family and ... Sophie screamed in horror as he pulled out a sword and pointed it straight to your heart. The fury that struck was frightening. Still, she could not take his eyes. How could he find you attractive with the death patrolling it? Almost immediately, Nella stood between her and the sword. - I cannot let you hurt my lady! - Stormed the maid, overcoming fear and filling up courage to face Alpin. - Do not worry. I'm sure that my lord had no intention of hurting me - Sophie ventured into a soothing tone of voice. - Do not be so sure - Alpin spoke slowly, but lowered his sword. - It would be a great pleasure for me to shed a little blood relative of urn that witch. - Maybe. But it would not solve the problem. - How can you be so sure? - Why do not we sit down to talk a bit? - Eric suggested, stopping to investigate a curious created to serve food and drink, before taking Nella by the arm and lead her to the table. - It is always best to discuss certain matters after sharing a good bread. - We can eat, drink and talk ... But then the two must go - sentenced Alpin cold. Things were not going as she had planned, - Sophie thought to see him until the following table. Would not it be easier to help someone who had threatened her with a sword and now opened a brief award before kick her out of his house. Repented for not considering a reaction like that. And to think I felt bad energy from those who had broken the shadows that surrounded Nochdaidh! Desperation, fear and resignation to chill the bones were impregnated in those stone walls. The same sinister aura enveloped the owner of the land, although this seem even darker. When he had touched her hand, she had felt just a instigating mutual attraction. Anger

prevailed over all feelings of Alpin MacCordy. It was a ire, which existed even before he know his identity. She had felt the same emotions dark and mysterious on the rare occasions that touched the spirit of a predatory animal, such as a hawk or a wolf. Alpin fought bravely against that part of him that has been born cursed. Pressing against his chest purse with things Morvyn, Sophie went to the table, renewing his hopes of persuading Sir Alpin to make it an ally that battle. - What is it? - He asked as she took the seat to his left and put on the table a small box covered with runes. - Here is the truth about the curse - Sophie replied, opening the box and taking it scrolls. Morvyn's sister Rona, wrote everything and hid these roles before dying. I found them while cleaning the house I inherited from my aunt. - You mean, to help me, my lady saw fit to bring more witchcraft into my house? The arrival of food and drink to stop responding. Alpin When asked if the fellow does not like to eat them too, knew that the two were there alone. The wry look he gave him infuriated. However, was grateful when he asked the servants to withdraw and leave the four alone in the huge hall. - You are traveling alone with your maid? - Alpin wanted to confirm. - I do not have an armed guard - she said, since those who kept Werstane not yet responded to his orders. What he did not know was that they had left home without the guard noticing. - I have a house, my lord, not a castle like this. What was also a half-truth. Although determined to hide his fortune, had no intention of lying to the man. - But her maid called her ma'am. - Blue Blood and a title never filled the bag anyone. I am a woman in recovery. - Sophie unrolled the scrolls. - Let's talk about the writings left by Morvyn ... - She stiffened to take the smallest one. - This was written in blood. Alpin took the scroll out of her hands and studied the letter. - Hate for Hate ... - He muttered while trying to read. - Damn, my Latin is not the best. - Let me - she asked and noticed the tension of the other three around the table. - Without the herbs and ritual, are just words. At the end of the reading, let out a long sigh, welcoming the sign of the cross made by Eric and Nella. Alpin continued to stare in the scrolls, without saying anything. However, his anger was almost palpable. Strove to deny the curse, however, a part of him believed every word.

- What's the point of registering such filth? - Asked finally. - Why is this such Morvyn not let the words die with the bitch that gave? - Because she knew she would need to have knowledge of the exact words through which the magic was stated that someone could break it - Sophie explained. - Morvyn spent his entire life trying to undo the wrong sister created, but was unsuccessful. Even so, he died with the hope that a day someone could do this. - And my lady took this task for you. - Sarcasm it was blunt. - Why not? What I would do in evil even try? - Your predecessor has proven much harm arises from the magic of the women of the family Galt. I'm sorry, but I can not accept the help of a woman of the same lineage without suspicion. - So you think I'm offering help only for my benefit. When Rona launched the curse struck her own family as well. They told me back one who invokes. Like all those who have the blood of Ciar MacCordy suffered, women descendants Rona Galt went through the same martyrdom. - Milady seems to be fine. - Too well, he thought, trying his best to ignore the beauty of Sophie. - Rona cursed his soul and the heart itself. With that, eventually stealing the happiness of all its descendants. When a Galt is a love and has reciprocated his feelings, this is fatally eliminated. No woman in my family has the right to happiness, since Rona could not live it. She has just a sample of what pleasure is to be loved, just enough to make her crave for more. Once you have that pleasure stolen. - For I have the impression that this legend was created just to explain a poor choice of partners. Sophie cursed silently before the imagination of man. - My lord really believes that descendants of Rona, after four hundred and thirty-five, still risk submitting their hearts to men wrong? All the women in my family ended their days without any hope. All felt as deep and eternal pain of a broken heart. The story those who may have married was even worse as these passed very little time with the man they loved. Many of them lived years carrying the burden their loss. Some could not stand and preferred to risk burning in hell, committing suicide, to live in despair. My mother threw herself at sea for not supporting his agony. A pain that not even the love of your children was able to relieve. A heavy silence descended between them. Eric was the first to break it: - Milady think the MacCordy were even cursed? Think cruel fate was reserved to them is the curse of a woman scorned? - They do not live alone? - Sophie asked. - Do not live hidden in the shadows? Even when the sun warms the village, this place is always surrounded by a mist dark. Think it natural?

- If Morvyn failed to break the curse, what makes you think you will get? - Questioned Alpin. - Morvyn never dared to come here. Incidentally, I doubt that any woman in my family has been and I think that makes a difference - Sophie spoke safely. - I have a strong feeling that I was chosen to have found this box. You can not believe in curses, my lord, but I believe, so I intend to break this. My desire is that no other Galt sure to live fully, or kill out of desperation. The words silenced. He had the power to deny their hope, but not Sophie. In his view, hope was a feeling of little value, because, at least in his case, had always been too fragile. Anyway, Sophie could discover this sad truth for herself. - You can stay and make your game ... but do not bother me with your nonsense. Before she could protest, Alpin called two servants to accompany them to the guest room. Sophie thought it best to keep quiet, because I had insisted enough for a first date. Should be given by satisfied for having secured permission to stay and find a way to break the curse. There was a chance to achieve their purpose without the cooperation of Alpin, but if needed, have the time and opportunity to dissuade him. While accompanying the maids to the bedroom, she prayed that hope sprang in his heart was not bound to evaporate. Alpin continued to stare at the door where Sophie and Nella had passed, then took the cup and took a generous sip of the drink thick, specially prepared for it. It was a mixture of sheep blood and wine, the one that seemed strange that satisfy that thirst increased every year. Doubted that an attractive woman could quench it. I would be happy with the news that the descendants of Rona Galt had suffered as much as his family, but it was not felt that way. None of his ancestors had earned the bitterness that charted their lives. At the same time, longed to continue ignoring the theory that it was a curse to blame for their misfortunes. He was furious when he felt a tinge of hope made him hesitant. - Maybe she can not even help? - Eric questioned. - So believes MacCordy are cursed? Think that all our problems were caused because a woman, dead for centuries, danced around the Fire uttering words and playing herbs in a cauldron? Eric frowned and ran his fingers through his black hair. - Why so resists the idea of a curse? What has been reaching his family for so long is not normal. - There are diseases that are the same and so are not considered abnormal. Just because something strange happens some time, you can not say it's witchcraft. - If you're so skeptical, why let them stay here?

- I have been struck by a moment of weakness or madness. - Alpin responded with cynicism. - Is it a desire that no other woman in her family commit suicide to relieve pain incurable. I no longer have hope. However, I have no right to kill her, even though he believes his delusion is right. - Sometimes I think that's the biggest problem: a lack of hope. - Only fools believe that even a legend is true and lasts for four hundred years - scoffed Alpin. Eric went to the window and stood there watching the movement of the dark clouds that shaded all around. - And if that is the cause of constant sorrow? - Nonsense. If the lack of hope makes us so, then you better be prepared for things to worsen further. - Why? - Why will not take long for the beautiful representative of Galt also bury your dreams. - Eric, wait! - Sophie ran after the guy who was looking for hours and had grabbed her arm. If I did not know who lives so busy, would find you're avoiding me. I just want to ask some questions. She did not have to look back, because by the look of Eric, knew the Nella and her charms had achieved. - Milady, has been here for a few days and probably talked to all who live in and around here - Eric replied. - I believe does not have anything to add to what you already know. - If you plan to break the curse, I need to know everything about Lord MacCordy. I'm sure I can break this chain to find the main link. Morvyn did not succeed, but it never came to closely examine the effects caused by the words of Rona. Maybe that's why it failed. I'm gathering and noting I discover all truths. I'm sure the answer is hidden somewhere ... I can feel his nearness. Eric leaned against the gate of the stable. - The MacCordy grow up seeing their parents turn into nightmares. And when they reach maturity begin to go through the same torment. Sophie crossed her arms. - This does not help much. As the change? All we've heard about is very hard to believe. The only thing I know is that Sir concrete Alpin not support the sunlight. - The brightness of the day comes to blind him. And much has worsened over the years. Three years ago, he spent only an hour in the sun and it was as if he had been thrown into a

cauldron of boiling water. If not with heavy clothing to protect him, I believe he would have died. Since that day he did not come out of the shadows. Except at night or on cloudy days, and still cover. - And he needs blood? Eric cleared his throat and straightened. - It is true. This need is growing. Today he only eats raw meat, heated enough that your juice drain faster. The wine he usually take is mixed with the blood of the lamb. - He felt that change suddenly or gradually noticed? - I can not say. As we already know that the transformation in MacCordy is inevitable, we prevented. - The clue comes when they become men, culminating in the first time you get angry. The eyes are almond-shaped and shiny, like a wolf, and the sharpest teeth. After so many years, we have learned to observe the transformations and protection from the first attack of rage. There have been tragedies here, so we know what to expect. Alpin never had such problems. Moreover, he studied it and is well prepared - told Eric. - He has a strength amazing, milady, and fight hard to control their afflictions. But it can not prevent the transformation. - What happens if it does not feed on blood? - You do not want to be around if it happens. This has been tried before, and hunger became crazy, endangering anyone who dared come close of him. - Then the restriction does not freak out the expected effect. - Unless someone can hold it in a way that he can not get loose. His strength is enormous and impossible to contain. This also applies to immense power of persuasion and seduction. Thus, even if to chain, he will find someone foolish enough to release it. Sophie stroked the gravel with his foot, keeping his hands behind his back. Everything that Eric had told beat with what I had heard. And the truth, as well as the legends, was not an unattractive. For all he knew, none of spells known or restrictions had worked. It was very naive of you to believe MacCordy that had not already tried to get rid of the curse after four centuries. - None of MacCordy lived for a long time, no? - Asked, turning to face Eric. - That's the sad truth. Some were killed, others died in the war, and others were killed by their own people. - But not before they produce an heir ... - That's right. When one of them had a son, the transformation occurred even faster. The father Alpin, thanks to an inexplicable force of will, managed stay alive for thirteen years after

his birth. But I see that the curse is repeated in son broke with all his strength. He died in the first ensuing battle. I think you have planned his own death. In a fight, the monster that dwells in them is released in several senses. They have the force of several men together, a ferocity unmatched. Legend has it that enemies are invincible. So much so that, now and then, someone looking for a MacCordy for this crossbar him some battle. - Some MacCordy already seduced by its power and went to see it with good eyes? - Yes, but not Alpin - Eric assured. - Your willpower is amazing. Did not know anyone in the family who got to his feet. If there is any MacCordy who can resist this power, he is. Even so, I do not think Alpin win the final fight against the curse. I believe that, at most, it can ameliorate the affliction that dominates. - You mean the transformation of Alpin has not been as rapid as was the father and grandfather? - No, but at his age, his father was already married and had an heir - Eric recalled grimly. The truth is that if the father Alpin was the worst that it was news. He was killed by villagers after he killed his wife. They say he found her in bed with another and made them into pieces. Nella made the sign of the cross and Sophie shook her head. - Anger which called Rona. Catching his wife in bed with another man certainly sparked what was worst in him. - Suddenly, Sophie smiled and rubbed his hands. - I have a plan. Nella expressed their discontent, and Sophie turned to Eric in time to see it hide a smile. - I'll start right now to do everything you can Sir Alpin to help fight this curse. I know the ways and what is needed to protect it and make it stronger: some specific branches, runes, herbs ... - Distracted, she continued listing everything you could need, while walking toward the castle. - Sir Alpin would not wear an amulet or two ... No. He is not helping anything. The truth is walking avoiding me like I was a witch. - She murmured to herself. - Not going to follow it? - Eric asked Nella, who was still standing in the same place. - Sometimes it's better not hear what my lady says. When is grumbling that way is a sign that you're nervous. - Will she give up? - Not at all. It is the most stubborn woman I've ever met. Shame by his ancestor did is weighing on his shoulders. Moreover, even Lady Sophie sorry for what happened to his mother. I think it will persist with it until the day I die. - Nella! - Called Sophie, realizing, finally, that she was alone.

- I'm coming, my lady - the maid replied, shaking step. - We need to go out looking for rowan branches. - Sophie announced, already climbing the stairs to the room. - I want to spread them everywhere to weaken the power of the curse. - My lord will not like anything. - So, he does not know. Alpin was aware that he should not go to the main hall of the house. Probably find Sophie there, all smiles and full of that unflagging hope, beyond the innocent beauty that filled him with desire. His attempts to avoid further encounters were nothing ahead, because now and then ended up hiding to see it, even for a few seconds, as a teenager in love. Not to mention that she had the amazing ability to be present in every corner of the castle. Huffed in exasperation. He was more than time to stop doing prisoner in his own home. Resolved, entered the room with firm steps, only to be faced with something solid. He wondered irritably, who had been so foolish as to put a bank in a chair, in the middle of the passage, when suddenly plummeted Sophie in his arms. Instinctively, he held. But despite their efforts, the two ended up going to the ground. Feel about your frail body did stiffen involuntarily. Sophie was the perfect size for him. And as if that was not enough the disturbing proximity, perfume natural skin soft, mixed with a fresh scent of lavender, the inebriated. When she moved over him, held her tighter, unwilling to release it. He realized that his pulse quickened, heat concentrating in her, and was stunned when he realized that Sophie was afraid. The way she took a deep breath and his eyes darkened, becoming greener, did not realize that was the fear that consumed her, but desire. His will was throwing it over his shoulder and carry her to the bedroom. However, she forced herself to meet his gaze so quiet. - I know what you were doing? - He asked, pointing to the chair and the bank that lay slumped beside them. - I was holding some rowan branches on the door - she said, trying to ignore the numbness that was affecting her movements. - And found no one who could help you? - Do not ask. Incidentally, I was doing it in secret. If asked for help, then everyone would know, right? - What is all this?

- To protect my lord. We are fighting a curse. Even without consulting him, I decided to do everything possible to protect it - Sophie explained, not giving time for interventions. - I want to strengthen their will to fight, or at least make it less vulnerable. As I thought it would oppose the idea, I decided to put it into secret. - So planned to lie to me. - Of course not. Just thought I'd say nothing. My lord, these devices need not to be disheartened while looking for a cure. I know you do not believe nothing of it, and that would challenge my plan, so I decided to dare and hold the branches anyway. - Passing over me, literally. - Better than going off - she replied, smiling. Everything was a mere superstition, thought Alpin. Twigs of rowan, magic stones, special herbs ... None of those funds could save him. However, the belief that shone in those lovely eyes seduced him and at the same time, the away. Wanted to abolish the appeal that they contained the truth free of emotion. If you do not take any action, Sophie let him mad long before the torment that awaited him in the near future fulfilled his duty. Alpin suddenly found himself questioning what was the last time an inhabitant of Nochdaidh had nurtured some hope. Never before someone both endeavor to assist you. Not share the aspirations of it, but the simple fact that she extended her hand had touched his soul. On impulse, he dipped his fingers into long strands of hair and holding her by the neck, took him in her soft mouth. Feel about your body tender and perfume emanating from her won their resistance. Needed to kiss Sophie. He had to taste her, absorb her hope and quench your desire ... She tensed to kiss, but gradually began to savor the language that had invaded her mouth without asking permission. Had been caught by surprise and it would be normal it got indignant and moved away. However, contrary to his own expectations, let us abandon strong arms now surrounded, possessive. No need to feel the strength of his desire pressing against her belly is to understand that together reached the extent of all pleasures. The passion embriagara the coming sneaky and transporting them to the sweetest of delusions. - This is not the most appropriate place to exchange caresses ... - A deep voice pierced the silence. The kiss ended so suddenly that Sophie took to get back to reality. Alpin stood up and helped her stand. She almost lost her balance by noting Eric was standing there, staring at the two. Behind him, Nella also approached, bringing more rowan branches in their hands.

Straightened his clothes with nervous movements, avoiding their eyes meet. He was disappointed, not only the kiss ended, but because he wanted to be alone. Having experienced such intense pleasure, certainly shatter his peace of mind, privacy needed to try to rearrange thoughts. It would be easy to run up the stairs. However, did not want to leave the impression that he fled because of embarrassment or shame. - Sophie fell and I held - Alpin explained, challenging Eric to contradict him. - Why this mess? - Asked the young maid, to see everything on the floor. - The bank was on the chair and Lady Sophie on them when I entered the hall and knocked. - Why risked much, milady? - Eric asked, and pointed to the Alpin rowan branches on the door in a silent answer. - Ah ... I get it. - This plant protects the house against witches - Sophie explained weakly. - I think my lady is four hundred thirty-five years late in his convictions - commented Alpin, facing the glare she shot him with fun. - Plans to continue the job? - I'll hold these branches everywhere possible. I have some other idea ... Though I suppose that is not willing to use a charm, right? - If you have to be carrying bags as Nella, the answer is "no." - Alpin looked at the hanging branches, before you continue: - I'll have to resign the constant view of these plants wilted hanging around the house? In my view it can be considered as bruxari ... - It is part of the cure - she interrupted. Seeing the looks skeptical, decided it was time to retire. - I'd better go wash myself announced before leaving the room. Alpin was surprised to come across the reproachful gaze of Nella, who was not slow to follow her mistress. Shaking his head, turned to Eric and realized as perplexed as the maid. Kissing Sophie had been a mistake. Had succumbed to desire and be caught in the act out the worst of punishments. - What you witnessed was a moment of madness - declared, before the boy could say anything. - Are you sure that was it really? - A woman like Lady Sophie Hay is not for me. She is all hope, candor and smiles. - E owns a stubbornness and passion unparalleled. - A perfect blend - Alpin agreed a grunt. - Sophie needs joy, sunshine and lots of love. She will not find any of that here, although it has impressed me, I confess, by being the first woman to not fear my mere presence. On the contrary: she offers me help, so I recognize its value. However, when she realize that her good will not be

for nothing, will lose faith. If I try to stop it is able to persist to witness my transformation. I may seem coward, but do not know if bear to see her afraid of me when I turn into a beast. - But maybe she can help you really - Eric protested. - Doubt - Alpin muttered to grab the chair and return it to the place. - On the other hand, I do not doubt that I will hurt her. If I try to keep it here, possibly 'll delete your light with my presence ... And I'm no monster to commit a great sin. - Nella, I need to get a little alone - Sophie asked, preventing the maid to follow her into the room. - But, my lady ... - I need to think. Give me just a few minutes. - Because he dropped to the ground and then tried to dishonor her? - The truth is that I fell and he caught her. Then he kissed me, it was just that ... Now go, please. I'm fine. Once Nella left, Sophie threw herself facedown on the bed. Had been attracted to Alpin from the first moment she saw him. After that kiss, in However, everything had been very clear: there had been just curious by mysterious man, troubled and he was attractive ... I was in love with him. She was in love by someone who could not stand the sunlight, they drank blood, fed on raw meat and could leave any enemy in two with his bare hands. She bit her lip, anguished. Definitely chosen the right man to perpetuate the unfortunate tradition that hovered over the women of the family Galt. Chapter III

- The cry echoed so loud that the house Sophie imagined that the runes had just attach the walls of Nochdaidh come loose with vibration. He tried to ignore the cries of Alpin, calling his name. After all, he had been doing this all last week. On the rare times they had crossed the house. And, if not for the intense looks he gave her, would have absolute certainty that he hated her. At certain times, the ingrate had even blasphemed their attempts to help him. What fault had he not looking where he was going and lived stumbling Mandingo scattered in the house? - Sophie Hay!

It was amazing how that voice could walk through walls so thick, Sophie thought to arise from the straw mattress on which he slept. Although it has not be the most comfortable of beds, which was preferred. The one that had been designed had been the site of many secret meetings. As was sensitive, so had gone to bed, felt the ghosts lingering passion, lust, pain and even fear. Outside impossible to relax with so many memories loaded feelings, and worse, they were not his. Now Nella who was sleeping in that bed. Luckily, the maid was so used to his eccentric manner not to be questioned that the exchange of beds. Sophie, meanwhile, decided to never tell you memories of a love that had led to his own lustful fantasies with Sir Alpin. As he ran to answer the call, and avoid dramatic consequences, marveled by Nella still sleeping soundly. When addressing the fourth Alpin, felt his skin bristle in shivers of fear and expectation. The fearless lord of Nochdaidh wearing only underwear and nightshirt that open, let foresee the broad chest and dark skin. Sophie wanted to laugh at the scene to see him sitting on the floor, rubbing one bare foot. The way he looked at her made clear the reason being feared by many people, although the effect on her was quite different. Alpin's eyes resembled those of a wolf, the brown color before it turned yellow. The lines of the face seemed to have changed, giving you an even more fierce. One look that Sophie realized the anger that dominated. However, as soon as her gaze landed Alpin, their hate speech turned into desire. It was as if a wave of passion engolfasse, causing your body to react promptly. The control he exerted over her by means of a simple look was admirable, but it began to upset her deeply. - Why are you crying, my lord? - Asked, crossing his arms as he remembered that he was also sleeping with clothes. - What is it? - He asked, pointing to the stones lining the bedroom door. - Are runes. When we gathered last night, I put them here to protect your sleep. I wanted to remove them before they woke up. Did not know you had the habit of wandering the house at night. - And if I decided to scare some innocent child? After all I am a creature of the shadows that feels comfortable under the cover of night, when many fear out in the streets. - This speech fool will not intimidate me. Suddenly, he took her by the arm, pulling her to sit on his lap. - My lord! I do not think this attitude is appropriate and ... - Sophie endeavored to sound compelling, but realized that his efforts had been in vain. No longer

More should be surprised that his willpower was almost nil when it saw near him. He had spent the last week dreaming about the stolen kiss, wishing there was another, and that the affection is extended. Falling in love with Alpin out one of the silliest things you had done in his life, but his heart refused to listen to common sense. Instead of learning to cope with seduction, she felt hurt and angry at the ease with which he refuted the strong attraction that existed between them. With a sigh, Alpin buried his face in her hair and then kissed her neck lightly. To feel the pressure of sharp teeth against the skin, Sophie worried. However, how warm hands caressed her back made her succumb. Yielding to a strange impulse, tilted his head back. Alpin trailed his tongue one sensual way to the pulsing vein. The way she sucked the soft skin and then outline the delicate chin with his mouth made moisten the lips and offer them for another kiss. - I can hear the rumble of her heart, Sophie - he whispered, nibbling her earlobe. - I hear the blood rushing through his veins and feel the scent their desire - completed hoarsely. - I well know - she said, sucking his bottom lip and shaking when I heard him moan. - We have the same seat ... - Moving away slightly, he realized that the features manly beginning to turn. However, the appearance of predator only did excite her even more. With a sigh, he took her mouth in a wet kiss. - Let's indulge our will, Alpin ... When he kissed her with lust, stunned in front of your answer also wild. He slid his mouth to the neckline that insinuated her soft breasts, but held hands longed to touch them, giving a modicum of sanity he had left. Despite seeing her fully delivered, he knew he should not proceed with it. After all, what could give Sophie and a night of pleasure? Thinking thus retreated, leaning against the wall. He closed his eyes, obliterating the view of flushed face and breasts heaved in rhythm of breathing at odds. It took a few seconds to regain control and to face her, finally, the way she was staring at her chest semi-naked almost made him lose his mind again. - Stop looking at me that way - begged, pleased to be able to print the calm voice and not let suspicions of desire that consumed him. Sophie did not take long to realize that the interlude was over. The veil of indifference Alpin wrapped, ruthless enough to infuriate her. - You are mistaken, my lord - replied in the same tone. - Repair only as your clothes are worn. It can be more cynical than I thought Alpin to see her get up at once. If it were not privileged with hearing and smell, would be disappointed with the apparent indifference of Sophie to his caresses. However, he still felt the desire pulsing through her veins. Knew what that moment was moved pride.

Knowing weakened also used the strong feeling to get away from the temptation to pull her to him once more. - Better get your stones and leave. - There are stones, runes are - snapped while she was gathering. - This is nonsense, pure superstition. I'm starting to lose their patience with these devices. - And I start to lose my with this aura of defeatism that insists on engaging Nochdaidh! - After so many years, should be forgiven for not believing in healing. And if you weigh the atmosphere here, it might be time for you to leave. - None of that. It will not get rid of me that easy. I do not care if you prefer to drown in selfpity. I'm not ready to leave. If you do not want me to fight because of you, then I'll do for my children and for that perhaps I will generate. By the look of hatred on his face Alpin, Sophie realized that passed the limits. - I'd better send this pack your clothes - even so amended, before leaving the room. Resisting the urge to slam the door shut, he returned to the room itself, tiptoed. Noting that Nella was still asleep, put the runes carefully. He lay down and closed his eyes, though he knew it would take to reconcile sleep with the feelings swirling. After a few deep breaths and calm down, we decided to continue the biggest problem here was not just the sad realization that they could to love for a short period of time and then be cruelly apart by fate to see. If not careful, Alpin would lead to madness, even before she fulfilled its goal. - What disturbs you, milady? - Nella wondered as they walked through the village. - It's very quiet. - When looking for your lady, noticed the mark on the neck target. - He took his blood? Sophie stopped walking, turning his thoughts far away. - Think Sir Alpin sucked my blood? - Judging by this brand ... Sophie put a hand to his neck, upset. - I did not realize you were so obvious. - He sighed then, and began to tell him what had happened the night before. - I thought I hid the mark with collar of her blouse. Nella straightened her braids and raised the collar of his cloak. - Okay, that's better. You do not want everyone to see it ... If they know it's a love bite, your reputation will be ruined. Although most I think the same, you bet. - I'm afraid so - Sophie said, frowning when he noticed a cluster of people in the street.

- What will happen? Two men ran past them to join the others. Sophie heard the word "murder" and tensed. It was the last thing that could happen in the areas of Alpin at that time. He was about to turn and go back, when a woman called, and everyone turned to her. - Milady, need to see this! - Shona, the blacksmith's wife, urged nervously. - Maybe this way understand the danger of continuing in that castle cursed ... - I do not want to witness anything - Sophie murmured to Nella, although seeing forced to drive to the group. - Apparently, it must be something horrible. - Deaths happen every day - Nella dismissed, as they made their way to both. - Suddenly, she stopped and put her hand to her mouth. - Oh, my God! Sophie's arm created at the sight of the body. He felt his legs weaken and covered her mouth and nose to avoid the smell of death. Realizing that everyone stared at her, she forced herself to study the scene carefully. Knew what they were thinking. Soon the accusations and inquiries would be made aloud, so sought any evidence that could exonerate Alpin. - This was Donald, the eldest son of the butcher - said Hugh, the blacksmith. - The poor man had a wife and children. It was his wife who found him so. According to her, Donald used to come here to sleep when children cried a lot during the night. Since the teeth of the youngest daughter began to grow, he have repeated the procedure. Sir Alpin should be hunting and found an easy prey. - It was not him that killed him! - Sophie protested firmly. - But the man's neck is ripped. - None of that. Is cut off - she corrected, while Hugh knelt to examine the body more closely. - It was a clean cut. Should have been done with a long knife and very sharp. With his face covered with tears, Master Ian, the butcher, bent down next to her son. - I think she's right. I could not have made a cut so precise ... Although Sir Alpin may have used a sword. Sophie remembered, worried that Alpin had vacated the house overnight. But could not have committed such an atrocity. In your opinion, even he had turned into a beast, would kill himself before attacking an innocent. Would be difficult to convince those people who considered all lords MacCordy cursed. - Has anyone seen Sir Alpin last night? - Asked, courageous. - I saw him at home, barefoot and without a drop of blood on clothing. Impossible that has attacked the poor Donald. Notice how much blood was pooled beneath the body ... If Sir Alpin is the demon who imagine why squander a liquid so precious?

- Maybe it was not that interested. Maybe he just wanted the bowels - Hugh pointed. Sophie gasped as master Ian shook his head. - No. The other cut is also precise and clean. And it does not seem to be missing any body the butcher assured, suffered while covering the child with a blanket. - Besides which, it would also cause some bleeding, as happened with injuries to the head and face - Sophie added. - You know what that mean? - I think so. My son was dead and dried blood when the other wounds were made ... But why? - Who killed him wanted to blame fall on Sir Alpin - Sophie said, touching the man's shoulder. - If Sir Alpin was hunting like the beast that all proclaim that he is, the body would not be as intact, and he would not have let all the blood drain into the earth. Also the poor man would have broken into pieces. This crime was committed by someone else. Someone attacked Donald while sleeping, because there are no signs of struggle. The killer cut his neck and desecrated the body to try to hide the crime. Incidentally, the criminal did worse: he wanted to play the blame on Sir Alpin. - She's just trying to protect her lover! - Accused a woman who stood next to Master Ian. - He has made a slave. Look at her neck ... There is evidence that Sir Alpin already feasted. - Not at all! - Sophie put her hand to her throat, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. - Of course not! - Shona exclaimed, exasperated. - That's not what you're thinking, Gemma. It's just a love bite. Now, drop to talk nonsense and help Master Ian. We need to take care of the burial. - I did not think anything would show up if I kept the cover closed - for Nella Sophie whispered, mortified. - And would not have, even if he had not become so excited to defend Sir Alpin. Sophie, however, was no longer paying attention to the maid. Was staring at Gemma. Had to strive hard not to cry and stay calm. Now he knew who had killed Donald, despite not having understood the reason. - Master Ian, until we know who killed his son and why, I think it would be better to take care of the widow and children - warned, breathing, relieved, when he agreed with a nod. The hatred evident on the face of Gemma only confirmed his suspicions. The problem would be to prove the guilt of the woman without revealing all your special gifts. He shook his head in resignation, and noted that Shona was still watching when everyone had gone. - Sir Donald Alpin not killed - Sophie said again.

- I do not know what to think of the man who lives in that place so dark, but I believe he is not the killer. However, do not expect others to share my opinion - the other replied with a small smile. - Milady knows who did it, is not it? Had some vision? Upon hearing that, Nella stepped between the two, before Sophie answered. - She knows, yes. But it proves the powers of milady someone, make sure you do your language to smithereens! - Nella! - Sophie protested. - It's just - Shona replied, laughing. And approaching Sophie touched the mark on his neck. Maybe I have the same gift, as I am sure that Sir Alpin who was toasted with this ... Better stay away from him. - He would not hurt me. - It is with Sir Alpin who have to worry, but with them. Sophie looked at the direction that Shona was pointing and saw a small group of people, horses and carts passing through the gates of Nochdaidh. - Who are they? - The Bride of Sir Alpin and their relatives. - How? - The marriage was arranged years. The ceremony must be held within fifteen days. He said nothing? - No - Sophie replied through gritted teeth, torn between anger and pain. Turning, she marched to the castle. - Wow! She was very angry. Is it going to curse him? - Shona asked quietly. - Lady Sophie is no witch - Nella replied. - But is so mad that he will prefer another curse to have to face it. The night will be long, thought Alpin while sitting, lazy, looking for each accompanying him at the table. Except for Eric, who was on his right and was enjoying himself too much for your taste, others did not look ill at ease. Once lost the pleasure of conversation, if it ever had the, silence reigned, superb. He looked at Sophie as she sipped her wine. She had arrived in the village and at the time he received the guests and, suffice face it once to to make sure she knew who these people were. It was the first time I got a look so hostile. Was generally viewed with respect and fear, and now she stared as if he were nothing more than a splash of mud on your best shoes.

Once he was responsible for putting distance between them, had nothing to complain about, he thought. However, dealing now with an inexplicable urge to keep it Nochdaidh, even for that, had to chain her. The bride looked beside her and saw her shudder so that the food almost fell from his hand. Lady Margaret MacLane had brown hair and gray eyes. Was the owner of generous curves, appreciated by most men, but that moment was pale as a ghost, eyes wide, fear evident in his trembling body. His awe before his presence was such that she had fainted once. Precisely for this reason, he has avoided talking to her. And as if that was not enough, there was the girl's relatives. Most of them seemed oblivious to the tension that surrounded them, concerned only eat and drink as much as possible. The only time that one of them was distracted when he noticed the presence of Sophie. Margaret's father had noticed it too, remembered, disturbed, and his gaze out over desire than curiosity. Suddenly she wanted to strangle Alpin all clan members MacLane, but checked himself in time, remembering to be rude to the family of bride was not an acceptable way to celebrate a wedding. Not withstanding temptation, Sophie looked again and won a smile back. But it was not only his merit, because she did the same to Sir Peter MacLane, father of Margaret. Sighed resignedly. While recognizing that there was disappointed, I was hating the littlecase. It was clear that Sophie was planning something. - There was a murder in the village - she announced suddenly. - The victim was Donald, the eldest son of the butcher. Alpin wanted to strangle her, but restrained himself taking another sip of wine. - Are you sure it was murder, milady? - Eric asked. - Ah, yes. He was with the throat cut from ear to ear. - Sophie pretended not to have noticed the look of horror and Margaret continued the story: - There were cut huge belly too. Margaret took a deep breath, troubled. - The killer was so cruel that the poor guy got his face unrecognizable - Sophie remarked quietly. The other girl slipped from the chair and fell to the ground, unconscious. - If the habit persists, sir Alpin, it might be a good idea to spread some cushions beside the chair his bride - she commented wryly. Alpin clenched his jaw.

- Why have you not called to evaluate the case? - Sir Peter questioned. - The truth is that most of the villagers consider to have been the work of my lord - Sophie answered for him, looking away for Alpin. - Of course I hurried to ensure that no one kept thinking that you were the criminal ... The common sense, at least, believe me. - Very kind of you, my lady - he thanked cynically. - I called everyone's attention to the fact that the blood has been absorbed by the land. If you were indeed what they suppose, it would occur size waste, is not it? - Yes, I have drunk at the time traces of the crime. - Exactly. The bodies of the victims were intact and the wounds were made with a knife and not with your hands or teeth. Donald was killed while asleep, which also blameless. It was clear that you are a noble honorable and respectful ... - Thank you, Sophie - he interrupted, exasperated, noting a hint of sarcasm, which he knew well deserved. - Sure - she replied, pleased, standing up and smiling at everyone. - If you'll excuse me, I will collect. It was an exhausting day, full of blood and tears. By going behind the chair Alpin, she put an amulet beside his plate. - To you, my lord. - What is it? - He asked, trying to remain indifferent to the hurt they realized the delicate voice. - An amulet for protection. You can use it in the neck or keep it in your pocket. This was the reason that led me to the village: get what I needed to to do this. I knew that going out for a battle in three days ... I want to make sure you come home safe and sound. - Still cares to give me that after what happened today? - Why not? Who can say what really happened? Moreover, it can also help your bride to see him more kindly, noble gentleman. When he glanced over his shoulder icy, Sophie stared calmly as she could muster. - I should punish her - Alpin muttered through gritted teeth. - I dare not - she answered in the same low tone. - How do I know this is not another curse? - I told you once that spell always turns against the sorcerer. I believe already have enough problems to fix another. I thought that was already clear that I'm not a witch. Should be glad of it, my lord. If I were a witch, that would be so vindictive envy Rona. Realizing that his anger was escaping control, Sophie turned and left the hall. Alpin continued watching her, seeing Nella go after her.

Then he took a small leather pouch. It was enough to hold the object to feel hope and prayers for his safety Sophie invading her pores. Despite the grief that consumed her, she still wanted to protect him. - Alpin held the amulet tightly. Although touched by the gesture, was willing to resist temptation. Sophie deserved much more than he had to offer. When looking for the bride who sat beside her again, she supposed she also deserved much more. However, do not stop thinking about marriage. Margaret did not care about him. Instead, he was afraid and obviously would be horrified with their transformations future but not bemoan them. Also do not be offended if he did not get pregnant, or even if you do not visit her in her bed. There was even a chance that not have to consummate the marriage, which would be very favorable to the girl. The future anticipated was not the best, concluded Alpin, but he never had hopes that were different. Why did not intend to condemn a spirit as sweet as Sophie to share your sorrow. He smiled as he recalled the last words she had just said. Maybe Sophie was not so sweet as well. Owned a strong temperament and character firm. Even when she threatened to curse him, however, Alpin was sure that they were perfect for each other. And I knew I could not blame her for mostcruel and hard to their plight. - Who is the girl? - Asked Sir Peter. The first words that came to mind Alpin were my beloved. The finding caught off guard, so that took a few minutes to compose herself, before replying with all the phlegm: - His name is Lady Sophie Hay - Not that. I want to know what it means to my lord. - Ah ... Just one of the many who have tried to cure my affliction. - She's a witch? - There is a healer. - What is it that she just give? Alpin hung the amulet around his neck, refusing to give any satisfaction. - Something to give me luck in the next battle. - So she's really a witch. - Many people, even in the best families, believes in objects that bring luck. Lady Sophie is a healer, nothing more than that - and reaffirmed, that the subject did not extend, future father tried to drive to a discussion about the battle that was to come. Somehow, Sophie practiced

what many considered as witchcraft, was true. And those who feared that kind of thing rarely were able to discern between good and bad magic. Sighed. Had a strong feeling that Sophie had many other skills that would be considered witchcraft, such as keen eyesight or that ability to perceive the feelings of others. At least one thing he was willing to do while she was in his house, protect it from the likes of Sir Peter. The attitude, though tiny, alleviates the evil that had caused. Or perhaps he could let down in battle, ending, that way the pain of both ... Alpin forced himself to concentrate on the conversation, sure that destiny would never allow him to escape easier than it was booked. - Of all the women I have ever met, and there were many, Lady Margaret is by far the most cowardly - Nella muttered, sitting before the fireplace room, darning a patch over one of the dresses Sophie. - I imagine that you have already exhausted all tears from crying. Sophie nodded a nod without leaving the front of the window, where he watched the movement in the stable. During the three days that Lady Margaret had Nochdaidh past, this had done nothing but cry, faint or cower. Although she had tried to help a few times. Do not know why he cared so much if the woman would soon be marrying the man she was in love ... Maybe it was because we did not bear such weakness and self-pity. Had sufficient Nochdaidh dark feelings that Lady Margaret did weigh further the atmosphere. - I tried to give one of my lady Margaret amulets - Nella told. - She started crying and made the sign of the cross before rushing out. - Although everyone in Nochdaidh deny, she is right that we are witches. - What a fool! - Exclaimed the maid. And placing the seam on the chair, rose to stand beside Sophie. - What's happening down there? - Alpin is preparing for battle. He will fight the men who invaded the lands of Sir Peter. I suppose it's a wedding gift. - Ah, my lady, I'm sorry. - I also - Sophie complained. - My anger vanished, but the unhappiness prevails in my heart. I can understand that he is doing what he believes to be the best for me with this distance. - And it is best to break your heart? - He thinks so. Supposed to live better alone than if you are on their side when the curse devour your soul. - Maybe he's right.

- Your Mistake. I believe I have finally figured out how to break the curse. There are amulets, branches or portions save him. The maximum they can do is delay the transformation of man into a monster. - So what can save him, milady? - I myself - Sophie replied with a frank smile. - I am the key to get him out of prison that Rona jailed him. - I did not. - Rona's words were: "This is, until he comes out of the shadows of pride, greed for land and by fortune, and follow the commands of the heart." That is, until a land lord put love above profits ... or until a MacCordy marry one Galt Sophie guessed. - We may not be the two of us, in particular, but I think that is how it should be done. Alpin like me, have no doubt. Even so, Margaret prefers that provide more land and fortune. The reasons that lead him to act in this way may be noble, but still represent a wrong choice. It's like the story of Ciar and Rona was repeating itself. I Fear the curse ever be broken if Alpin marry Margaret. - Need to tell him so. Moreover, milady also owns land and fortune, if that's what he craves. - He will not give me ears - Sophie remarked, shaking his head. - So why not believe there's even a curse, though, in my heart, knowing the truth. He did not allow me to enter that considers his private hell to share his conviction. If I tell you that I also have possessions, only to try to be chosen, that he take me heart would determine the end of the plague or was just another sign that he cherishes wealth? Why not have this sure, I'd rather not risk it. - I think it makes sense, but how can you tell? A curse has no thoughts or feelings. - There is something that keeps it alive year after year. Something makes every MacCordy heirs to live and let the saga continue. In turn, the men chosen by descendants of Rona die or abandon them ... I can not understand why. Just know that this fate will continue until the witch's desire is met. - And what will you do? - I have just over a week to make Alpin loves me enough about to ask me to stay. - Unless he loves her and therefore wants to go away. - That is my current dilemma. A hard knot to be untied. Nella also looked toward the barn. - What means that strange chariot? Looks like a coffin on wheels ... A chill swept through the body of Sophie, who crossed his arms to protect themselves.

- That's where it will house Alpin if you can not defeat the enemy until sunrise. The coffin is made of iron with holes at the bottom to allow the entry of air and a little light, but keeps away the sun's rays. Far from the shadows, or the heavier covers can protect you. - It is strange that none of them has let himself be under the summer sun and allowed death to take them. It would be a release. - I believe that the curse did not allow that to happen. There needs to be an heir. Thus is preserved a glimmer of hope, a sense of self-preservation, and the poor man survives only until completing their sad ordeal. Rona's put together his trap. The magic is very strong. - Your will have the same power, milady, only toward the well. Milady need to have more faith. - It is important that Alpin also had some faith. The problem is that he has surrendered to darkness, to his sad fate, and I fear that this will condemn us. - She's looking over here - commented Eric Alpin when mounted his horse. - I think your anger has passed. Alpin looked up and saw the pale face in Sophie's bedroom window. - So I must find a way to induce it again. - She likes you - indignant Eric. - Why not ... - No! - Alpin said flatly. - Stop fanning me. - And, pointing to the coffin, continued: - See, I need to carry a coffin with me. It is there that I go up the sunrise and I'm still in the battlefield. I am going now to kill men under the command of the father of my bride. Both know how I transform during a massacre. The smell of blood, fear and death instigates the beast that dwells in me. I feel as if these odours scents of flowers. Takes greatwillpower not to make a feast of the enemy as the devil imagine I do. Alpin paused to observe one of the servants who spent little distance away. - I can hear the beating of his heart, Eric. I hear the blood flowing in his veins - he said, looking at other people. - Look, I know that Thomas slept with a woman recently. Dugald is an outfit very hot and start to sweat. Henry's wife is in menstruation and even so he will no longer have her. - This means that your hearing and smell have improved. - As each day passes, I am more beast than man. I resisted the marriage, more than all of the family, but it's time to do my duty. The bargain made by my father should be honored. Although the My plans did not bear children, I can no longer postpone the fate reserved for me. With the approaching wedding, feel like something's burning me inside. I rut, so this need for mating. - So marry the one we both know to be the mistress of his heart.

Alpin shook his head vehemently. - There a coward in me that trembles at the possibility of Sophie witness my transformation into a monster that needs to be caged or killed. Either desire to condemn her to see our child becoming a man doomed to live in the same hell as me. So I'm going to marry Margaret. Alpin Sophie looked again and spurred his horse, galloped out, leaving behind the friend who had worked in both dissuade him of that choice.

Chapter IV

Alpin arrived to the lobby, and swore as see who hoped by him. There could be hour more improper to find with the bride timid and your family. The fight had been difficult and bloody. The smell of blood still exuded from your pores. E he well knew like that ferocity transformed your appearance. Those who worked for him were already accustomed, but the bride and family for certain that not. Had remembered washing the face and hands, but unfortunately, without much nines. By it those that the watched seemed so terrified. Upon approaching the bedside the table where everyone were sitting, Margaret rolled her eyes and, more once, slipped of the chair, without senses. - Whereas step by largest part of my days struggling, this can be a problem - grumbled, looking for the bride unconscious without making effort whatsoever to lift it from the floor. With his floor dragged, Nella approached. Looked for men, which did not move, and took Margaret in the arms, looking to Alpin. - Heavens, milord, your eyes resemble those of a wolf! - Exclaimed, putting into words what everyone should be thinking. Alpin felt a tip of fun despite of hunger by blood that still ran in their veins. Smiled, though aware of the error that committed. Some of family members MacLane blasphemed softly and made the sign of the cross. 's Eyes Nella widened, more per curiosity than of fear. - I bet that your teeth grew. - Yes, happens whenever I leave to fight.

- I understand of the beast has emerged. That whole killing, mutilation and blood spurts the stimulated, not was? Go take his seat now, milord? Confused by the sudden change of subject, Alpin replied that not with a sign upside. Surprised-if even more when the small and frail created from Sophie lifted Margaret, which era, at least, twice his size. Without much effort, Nella put it back in the chair, looking for some wound. The girl continued inert. How the maid knew of existence of savage that the dwelt? Alpin considered the matter, but soon then surmised that that should have been the version of Sophie for its transformation. Nella believed in the curse both as her mistress. Sophie should have said that magic placed a fear in your body, what was well better than the truth. The fact was that he was a monster and not had as exorcise it. Logo, no one could control it. - His meal and drink are in your room, milord - announced Anne, the created plump, bringing him back of his dark thoughts. - Great. Need to be alone. - Should I ... - Not - interrupted Alpin, preventing it from follow him. Knowing that the created if offered, he questioned his reluctance. It was time that not would lie down with a woman and your body asked why. Not would be the first Since Anne the would serve when of his back of a fight. She well knew how to handle The Savage State in which he stood. Upon realizing the fear and unpleasure visible under the posture seductive the maid's, however, knew she not offered itself by desire it. Wagging their head, turned and followed for the room alone. His desire was limited to just one woman, and he could not possess her. Not just by it not knowing how to avoid a child, but also because he feared that she could not bear to make love to the monster that was now on edge. Contented himself with a bath and rubbed the body the smell of death. Though he would refuse the meal, failed. Was hungry and feared what could do if not satisfy somehow. He took the piece of raw meat with his hands and broke in half before devouring it. Pouring himself a glass of wine enriched felt his voracity calm down gradually. He stood at the window, holding his gaze on the torches in the garden. The ferocity that always gave dominated after that fed so as revolting. When wine enriched with blood and raw meat would no longer be sufficient? Realized that someone entered the room quietly and felt tense. Same sense the scent of Sophie continued tense. That was a bad time for talk. Without moving, heard the hesitant steps towards him. Slowly breath and closed his eyes, drunk with its scent of lavender.

Sophie was like a ray of sun could never have, but it warmed him, filling him with hope, and came to hate her for it. Another tried the aroma to the point of doing so further narrowing the muscles: your women's perfume. Sophie was the translation of your deepest desires. With a trembling hand, Alpin finished the drink that satisfies only one of his infinite desires. Suddenly, her hunger became unbearable, stimulated by the scent of pleasure emanating from her. The blood pulsed in his veins strong, converging to their masculinity. - Go away, Sophie. Not a good time to be around me. She took to understand what he was saying. From the moment he had entered the room and saw standing before the window wearing only a towel wrapped around waist, had been totally delighted with the show of strength and virility ahead. So he had walked up to him in silence, holding hands together the other not to touch his broad back and strong man who now knew how to love. The beauty of the Alpin intoxicated. - I saw when we arrived - she said, advancing another step. - I needed to make sure I had returned unharmed. - I'm alive. If we can call it life. Sophie sighed and decided not to confront him. It was not the right time. - I felt ... - What? The monster in me? The bloodlust? Or my lust? - He asked bitterly. Alpin turned to face her and realized her mistake immediately. Sophie had her hair loose, thick and golden waves extending to the hips. About the silhouette girl, just a thin sweater in linen, which allowed to predict its smooth curves. The huge eyes were clear and fixed it. She was even the personification of a ray of sunshine, warm and intense, urging him to leave consume in their heat. Fighting against all instincts, he turned back to back. - I thought it was need me - she spoke softly. - But maybe it was just a feeling foolish. He closed his eyes tightly for a moment. - Is it true that I need you, but I will not allow myself to kill my hunger - sentenced him, looking straight at her. - Because of Lady Margaret? - No. - So why? - Demanded it, obliterating the fear he felt when he approached.

- Why? - He shouted, putting up very close to it and clenching his fists to avoid touching it. Look at me! I'm more monster than man! With those yellow eyes and sparkling, and pointed teeth, the similarity between a wolf and Alpin was amazing. His appearance was indeed alarming, but Sophie knew he would not do him any harm. I had seen those traits before, though not so obvious. Sad was no evidence that his efforts had decreased strength of transformation. - There is still a man residing in your body - said quietly. - Really? - He asked, turning to the table to take in hand the food dish. - Is there any man eat almost raw meat so that it resembles a freshly hunted prey? - Alpin poured more wine special mug. - Some Man takes wine mixed with blood? - That said, drank the thick liquid, leaving a little drip down the side of his mouth, and returned to stand before her. - Over the years, the mixture need to have more blood than wine, and the seat will only increase. And tell me: that man is as much fun in a fight? I have blood on their hands, Sophie. Despite having them scrubbed, the smell is still strong ... and is like a perfume for me. I can kill a person with more violence using hands than my sword. Tonight killed a man with teeth. I jumped on him and tore his neck. When I felt the hot blood down his throat, I sipped with a thirst wild. I wanted to drain it altogether. And his fear became liquid even sweeter. You still think this is the behavior of a normal man? The account of the terrifying devastated. Still, with a calm from the heart, Sophie touched her arm. - It was unarmed? He had offered his sword in surrender? I was crying for mercy? Alpin looked at the delicate hand that touched your skin and slowly shook his head. - No. His sword was about to rip off the head of Eric. But what does that matter? - A lot. Of course the way the killed is worrisome because it means that the curse was not even relieved. On the other hand, if you had not killed him, he would have ended the life of Eric. The man was armed and was his enemy. Anyone else would have done the same in his place. Nothing that I have said so far I surprising. I know who you are from the beginning. - Why is a virgin and has no idea what might happen if I decide to spill my seed in you. I smell your desire as much blood the enemy, Sophie, and that passion makes me hallucinate. But would not it be nice if we lay ... - Alpin said, breathing deeply to control. - Would dipping you, invade it like the monster that I am. The way I am now, would not take it with the care needed. Not to mention that it is not right for a man to take a virgin if you have no intentions of marrying her. He turned and, with past firm, went to the door.

- Where are you going? - Sophie asked hoarsely reflecting all the desire that consumed, intensified by the sight of manly body covered only by a tiny towel. - I'll find someone who does not do her womb to an heir of my house. Anne can not love me, but is always ready to serve me. - I'm not in the fertile period - she said, desperate to stop him from following into another bed. If you do not do something, he knew that to lose always. Aware of his affliction, Alpin hesitated with his hand on the door handle. - How can you be so sure? - I am a healer, remember? I know I can make potions. - I had no intention of doing that, but that he did not need to know. - Furthermore, what was the last time a MacCordy had a bastard child? - Never - he admitted, before the staggering realization. - Of course not. So the curse continues unscathed, there must be a legitimate heir. Women Galt only had a single daughter or twin daughters, so we continue living our plight. If there was a child born of the marriage of one of us and a MacCordy, the curse would be broken. - Children can die - reminded Alpin, narrowing the distance between them. - Many of them die. - When Rona threw a curse on her predecessor, she changed the fate of all MacCordy, besides women Galt. The curse always rests with the oldest son of a MacCordy: his legitimate heir. Therefore, you can not die or that destiny will change. If by chance one of the women in my family had died early, another might have been born to continue the curse, but I do not believe that this has happened. - You speak of that spell as if it were alive. - After all this time, is the same as if - she nodded, shrugging. - It is our destiny and we can not deny it. Unless I find the key dungeon that imprisons us. Wordlessly, he dipped his fingers in the long golden hair. When you close your eyes, feel the gap which now govern the heart of Sophie. Knowing she did not become pregnant had released the single obstacle that stood between them. Nothing prevented him from possessing her. The urge to feel the warmth of that light skin did rise once the thin sweater. Challenging the seconds and the minimum resistance Sophie, who tried cover up their nakedness for a moment, he lifted her up and carried her to the bed. When you set it down on the sheets, pulled away and threw the towel that covered as he ran his eyes over the delicate body. Be observed so as voracious and intense feeling made her the most beautiful women. Carried away, Sophie took a brief moment to watch him and make sure

Alpin was that the living form of his desire. He owned a sculptural body. His dark skin covered every muscle well defined, forming shadow with nuances the dim light of the logs crackling in the fireplace. The protruding manhood made her blush, but the desire was stronger than her modesty. She gasped when she felt him covered her helpless body. Anxiety was not on account of the first contact of bare skin of her life. The contours of the body fit together perfectly, transcending all the wildest delusions'd ever had, so succumbed to the force of his own lust. Mouths rubbed in most searing kisses. Between a shudder and a sigh, she did not flinch when Alpin slid her moist lips for your neck, touching it with sharp teeth. The nagging feeling only increased her pleasure. While running his hands over his broad back, reveling in the heat so many muscles, thought, for they were more lustful reverie, it was nothing compared to the feeling Alpin showed itself able to promote it. For a brief moment, he remembered that need to protect themselves from the memories of other passions that could inhabit those sheets. All it took was a little change the focus of attention, however, to understand that there was no need to worry. The only person who was lying there, he had been. Alpin took her delicate face in his hands and splashed small kisses. But Sophie interrupted before he kissed her mouth. - Alpin ... You've done this before, have not you? The reply came through dandy a smile. - Yes - he murmured, without stopping to kiss her - but often ignored the pleas of my body. The fear of having a child meant that I controlled. When faltered and looked for a woman, avoided using my bed as her scent permeated the mattress and would torture me for succumbing to hunger of desire. - The blanket lying on the ground, where he usually had Anne, stole his thoughts. But then he walked away and continued stroking the face of Sophie. - Although, once in bed he is sleeping now ... - He confessed to his surprise and admiration. - You were not the only one using that bed, I know. So I changed the bed with Nella and sleep on the floor. I was distraught. - She clasped the neck, lips against his, fingers dipped in fed and long hair. - Want to get out of here? - Not this time - he said, rising to caress the perfect breast and delighting in the murmur caused. - I want you to get your scent impregnated this whole room and will last for an eternity. When you are alone again, I suck the sweet memories left by our bodies. Sophie wanted to ask where he would sleep after the woman married, but was kissed with such lust that eventually forget about the future uncertain and the shadows of the past. The only consciousness that prevailed was the exchanged caresses, kisses and desire that was

master of his body and soul. Was free from all fears and anxieties, although he felt that Alpin still reluctant. When in full euphoria, he finally broke the barrier of her virginity, Sophie barely realized the excruciating pain. I was so immersed in the joy and pleasure to have it inside her, it took a few seconds to realize that he was not moving. Seeing him to control hard to look at her, she thought she had never seen him so wild, not so beautiful, and his heart was filled with love. - And the pain? - He asked in a whisper, dazed with desire engulfing them. - Was replaced by a much better feel! - Sophie stroked back, exulting in the texture of the skin sweaty. Holding it by the firm muscles of buttocks encouraged him another thrust deep. In an effort to make his desire even more explicit, she hugged her legs, easing the movement cadenced his hips. - Oh, it's so good it felt like! Do not stop, please! With a grunt, Alpin kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth hot eagerly. Sophie began to move under him, going against the onslaught wild without fear. Entranced, he docked his female body, accepting the surrender, stripped and raving of a woman in a complete state of grace. Sophie felt touching the stars, traveling ungoverned towards a wholeness that had dared imagine. When she heard screaming when reaching the apex of that enchantment, Alpin moved once more to reach her in paradise. His seed gushed in the womb tender, and Sophie found herself again in the heights, with all senses on edge. Followed together that mutual delivery and savored the inexplicable rave love with the same voracity. Exhausted, continued embracing, more united than ever, allowing sanity slowly returned. It was then that Sophie realized how much she loved him. Tried to suppress the feeling, but knew the impossibility of halting the heart. For a moment, he remembered the few possibilities of a life shared with Alpin and despaired. Would soon reach the day when she would have to leave, disillusioned. Alpin marry Margaret and both remain prisoners of that curse. The scenario of a bleak future made her hug him more tightly and kiss him on the hair, trembling. When he offered them with a smile, had confirmation that love him forever, regardless of what the future reserves. Keep that feeling in my heart. Unlike the other women in her family would not live in mourning for what was lost. His joy in the memories that would be that night. With such a decision, turned to kiss him passionately and felt the hard member rubbing her thighs once more. At that moment, he swore that would transform his love for immense strength, which would help to break the curse. Thus, Alpin have the happy life you deserved, even if it does not share with her.

Sophie combing her hair in front of the fireplace, wondering what to do next. After the night of love with Alpin had set goals and directions for their life, because I was not sure if he would change somehow. To his glory, had not been treated with indifference. However, there had been even more opportunity to talk. The family and marriage MacLane took the attention of Alpin completely. Time and again exchanged glances long enough to make her feel that fire consume it, even for a few minutes. But that did not mean they would come to be lovers. The act of love seemed to have been Alpin a loss of control, from the moment they had separated, he struggled to recover. The possibility pained soul of Sophie, but she understood. Alpin sought only to protect her. Now he had left the decision to look for him, if he not take the initiative first. Would need to swallow your pride and perhaps that would support a probable rejection if the reason had won the battle within it. The weather did not operate in your favor. Left very little to get to be loved as to put an end to that marriage and that she believed Alpin love without caring about the future. If you were on the right way to break the curse, then that cowardly behavior, fear that he might hurt her or scratch your pride, was worse than the plague launched by Rona. Their future depended on the choice made Alpin. If she is allowed to be set aside, surely he would marry Margaret. Had to try. If it failed, would years caring for her broken heart and his pride bruised to perish like other Galt. Sophie felt guilty. After all, Margaret was betrothed, and commitment of those was almost as sacred as marriage. There was just trying steal the husband of another, but in the eyes of all, committed a crime close to adultery. Shaking his head, he decided that there was some loyalty to Margaret for the simple reason that the girl did not love Alpin. Was only following orders father and made no effort to hide anything but his deep despair. If there was a penalty to be paid for her surrender to Alpin, although not married to him, Sophie thought, she would receive no remorse. A knock on the door made his heart beat faster. At last, resolved to relieve their suffering Alpin ... When opening the door, however, touched his chest, startled. But he was not one of the relatives of Margaret entered and barred his exit. Not need to be an experienced woman, nor use their heightened sensitivity to believe what that man was doing there. Just looking at the gleam in his eyes that he was completing eager to satisfy your desires, whether she wanted to or not. Had noticed that Sir Ranald looked at her with desire, but had the foolish hope that he would not dare hurt him any. - I think you better get out of here - warned, priding itself on the impostou calm voice, though he was shaking inside. - My maid should not take coming and going to scream too if the door is locked.

- That skinny named Nella? - Ranald gave a loud laugh. - I think she will not bother us. - What did you do with it? - Sophie wondered apprehensively. - Nothing but put it to sleep outside the room. Whoever passes through the corridor, will find that she fell asleep watching her door. - Everyone knows that she sleeps in here with me! - They also know that my lady means more to Sir Alpin than just a healer, no? - Do not be stupid. As he approached, Sophie walked back, wondering if he had chances to get to the door and unlock it, before being grabbed. - If I am who you think, attacking me will not be the wisest of decisions. Surely must have heard what they say about Sir Alpin ... I bet you would not want to see him angry. - I doubt that it prevents a man placate their desires with a prostitute. Besides, sir Alpin would not do any harm to his bride's cousin. The first man's attempt to pull her, Sophie turned to the side. Subsequent times, managed to escape, shooting him everything he saw ahead. Unfortunately, none of his efforts prevented him from continuing. After a long run, managed to reach the door and filled with hopes to begin unlock it. However, their joy was short-lived because the Ranald pulled by the hair and managed to bring her down on the bed, holding her wrists. The sound of the water ripping violence fall froze the blood in his veins. Body heat Alpin still warmed ... Could not allow another man tarnish the memory of what had been the most beautiful night of his life, and when love and desire had been awakened. Cursing her attacker, she struggled, shouting for Alpin in thought. Alpin savoring a glass of wine while listening to Sir Peter speak. It was hard to feel some sympathy for this man. At the moment, for example, he boasted victory against the enemy as if he just face it, when everyone had seen that besides him, Alpin, no one had come to fight. - Alpin! Straightening up in his chair, he turned his head from one side to the other, certain that he had heard Sophie call it. A flicker of fear came over him when there saw around. None of the others in the room seemed to have heard the call. - Alpin! In shock, he realized that the voice was in his mind and it was a cry for help. Even without knowing how Sophie had achieved such a feat, he listened, part with your instinct man, part beast like that clamoured for survival. Something was happening.

Sophie is in danger, he thought as he rose from his chair. Suddenly I noticed that Sir Ranald was not among those present and clenched his jaw. Since arriving home, noticed the leering that unhappy Sophie cast and deeply irritated. Angrily, faced the inseparable companion of Sir Ranald, but the man averted his gaze. - Sophie ... - It was all he said before rushing out of the room. Eric noticed the sudden change in Alpin, and jumping from where he was rushed to follow him. I did not know what had awakened the beast in lord of Nochdaidh but the way heard pronounce the name Sophie did fear the worst. If someone was trying to hurt her, would take on the difficult task of preventing Friend killing the aggressor. Alpin stopped at the bedroom door of Sophie. Nella checked his pulse and sighed, relieved, to testify that she was just unconscious. To pull hand on the door, however, felt the despair of Sophie in the skin. Do not think twice before kicking the wood and finish it with a smash hit shoulder to break into the room. A mixture of fear and lust Sophie Ranald, who was on top of her in bed, invaded her senses. With a roar, he jumped on the man, barely giving the opponent time to turn around to check that forces had broken open the door. Ranald tried to scream, but Alpin already choked him with his hands. In a flash of sanity, he still threw the man against the wall before you hang it time. Then took the body already inert and started hitting it against the wall. The part of him that had not yet turned into beast heard the distant voice of Eric but ignored. - Alpin, dear! Glad you got there in time! The sweet voice calling his name yanked from the trance in which he found himself. The blood still boiling in his veins and his will was to crush those who had touched and frightened his beloved. But could not trounce that worm in front of her. Ranald holding by the collar, dragged him up the stairs and threw it away against family MacLane rising to verify the reason for the shambles. Then returned to Sophie's room and approached the bed to take her in his arms. Sophie did not hesitate to pull it for you, wrapping his neck almost desperately, like a frightened child. He felt the anger that still throbbed in the body of the man she loved, but the warmth and protection it offer surpass any bad feeling. Remained snared until, with a cry of horror, Sophie realized Nella lying on the ground. - She's alive ... - Alpin said, carrying her to his room. - Eric take care of her. Eric helped Nella stand up, holding her by the waist.

- It was nothing serious. She'll be fine. - Oh, my lady - said the maid still dizzy, remembering that he had been beaten and dejected easily. - Sir Alpin is with her - the boy tried to comfort her. Nella Eric leaned in, feeling comfortable in strong arms. - I never thought I would thank God for that ... Nella screamed and almost fell to the ground again, when Eric let go to pull the sword and point it to Sir Peter, who came to push the door of Alpin. - He almost killed my nephew! - Exclaimed the man, but, afraid, did not give any further steps. - Luck of Sir Ranald was still able to breathe. The unfortunate man was about to rape Lady Sophie. - What would be wrong if he just experienced a prostitute Alpin sir? This is no reason for him almost from the man in half! Eric realized Nella progressed toward man, furious, and stopped, holding her arm. - You better watch what you say, Sir Peter. - Cursed are those two! In doing so, it embarrasses my daughter! It is an insult that it lends itself to that on the eve of the wedding! Peter made a move toward the room Alpin, however Eric pressed harder the tip of the sword into his chest. - One more step and I guarantee you will not walk for the rest of your life - threatened through gritted teeth. - Let Alpin Sir and Lady Sophie alone! If you're smart, not say anything about what happened here. Your daughter has made it clear he does not want to marry. I even believe that she will find good if Sir Alpin not get close to her ... Despite all, I think that this wedding will still take place. If for some reason my lord change your mind, there is still the chance of an agreement for it to continue to fight for you. - Eric saw when Peter pressed his lips and, without saying a word, turned down the stairs. - Idiot - muttered when the man already going away. - That bastard hurt my lady? - Nella asked anxiously. - No. Sir Alpin arrived in time to save it from the hands of the unfortunate. Even so, I think she needs care. - There is so much I do not understand this story - Nella lamented. - About the curse, what lady Sophie is able to do ... But I suppose I will never understand. - Noting the condition that the bedroom door was reduced, his eyes widened. - Was Sir Alpin who made it? - Yes, he was overcome by a deep hatred. If Lady Sophie had not interfered, I think he slaughter Sir Ranald. - Eric saw her looking at the door

Alpin room apprehensively. - He would never hurt her, stay quiet. - I'm starting to not believe. But even if not physically hurt, break your heart. - Nella sighed, looking at Eric. - She loves him. - Yes, I know. And I think that love is reciprocated. Unfortunately, this feeling is only assurance that he depart from here. - Cursing us all - completed Nella, bitter. - When we are cursed. - Milady believes he can break the spell - assured the girl - but I cannot tell you anything about it. We also cannot help it ... The choice must be spontaneous. - I promise I will not say anything to anyone if you tell me. - She believes is the key to break the spell. Sir Alpin should she choose not to marry Lady Margaret. The look of Eric stood, as if he were conjuminando ideas, until finally swore softly. - Of course! Just think of what happened to the two families after Rona released the curse. Do not know how anyone had noticed the obvious before. It takes enforce the voice of the heart and not the material gains. Will Sophie and Margaret. And Sophie is right ... Sir must choose Alpin is made without any witchcraft or threat. Damn! Now, you put a heavy burden on my shoulders. - I know that. It is difficult to know the solution without being able to act on this, no? - Nella asked, troubled. - No doubt. However, I still see that there is hope, even having to be quiet. All I can do is pray that Alpin act so as to liberate the everyone. Nella looked at the door of the lord of Nochdaidh. - Pray that the heat that warmed the times that embraced Lady Sophie is vital to him. Maybe this way the plan to send her away to preserve it is set aside. And pray for us all to his lord be selfish and choose what actually is the better for it. Alpin watched the light of the flames of the fireplace stroking the skin of Sophie while she washed. Each time she took the towel to soak up the water it and pass on a different part of the body, I felt a twinge of desire. Certainly, the beauty and grace of Sophie would forever etched in his memory. The bruises on his arms aviltavam the pale skin, however, referring to him what had happened. Again, had to contain the strong urge to punch Sir Ranald to death. The hatred still consumed when brought Sophie to the security of your room. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, he remembered how they had both undressed and lying in bed with a mixture of desire and despair. He remembered that his arms had become an extension of your heart to wrap it, allowing her to cry at ease. After the whirlwind of passion that swept

both, transporting them to the epicenter of pleasure, Sophie had fallen into a deep sleep. Without letting it get away, it also turns taken by fatigue, waking only when she had awakened and slid out of bed. Although he lamented that frail body next to his continued enjoying the curves and smooth movements she equalled with the small towel. Wrapped in thought, Sophie blushed as she finished drying himself and was surprised by the glare of Alpin. He moved extremely quickly, and soon they were again mired in each other under the covers. Nestled along the fragrant lap, he breathed in the scent of her neck. - I still feel the smell of that scoundrel - said, holding her as she tried to get up. - Stay. - But if the odour bothers you ... - Only instigates the desire to slay the man. - He did not come to me ... - I know. I fear that if he had done something, I also feel the smell and could not control myself. - Sometimes have the meanings as determined can be a problem. There are many smells that hang in the air that are not pleasant. He smiled and turned to curl up in her arms, stroking her hot skin. Was calm, knowing that while kept minimal lucidity would never hurt her. Sophie had become the sun that warmed and that, until then, remained only as a vague recollection of when he had not the power to burn it. She was the flower he left to sprout in the gardens of Nochdaidh dark and hope reborn after having become mere nostalgia. Above all, Sophie was the only one who saw as a man, even when he was transformed into a monster. - Excuse me for my weeping convulsively - she murmured. - It's strange to have such a reaction, but when I saw threatened by that unfortunate, met the deepest Hates. - He wounded. - Alpin lifted his trunk, backed him up on one elbow and ran her fingertips gently over a slick rock that marred the skin silky. - The way it reacts after the danger does not matter. It is known that many men collapse after a battle. I heard their cry - said, then kiss her neck hurt. - I heard his voice calling my name. - Strange. I called him, but in my mind just ... - Sophie frowned. - Anyway, I think it is explainable. After all, our families are linked since the spell Rona joined us for four hundred years. Perhaps that our communication is evidence of mental magic that exists between us.

Sophie dipped his fingers in abundant dark brown hair, stroking it while being sweetly kissed. - I do not have any pain - confessed, seeing him frown on the reddening of a bruise bigger. - That bastard left his mark on you. She grabbed his face, making him look deep into his eyes, and placed a kiss on his lips. - Is there a solution to my problem? I can still smell of Sir Ranald and I am troubled ... Alpin settled between soft thighs of Sophie and lifted her chin with his finger. - What can we do about it? - Can we replace it by its smell - she whispered, stroking her muscular legs to the soles of the feet. - You can also mark me. - Well, but how cleverly ... Only it will take a long time to fulfill the task. - Hopefully this is a promise - she whispered, before kissing him with lust.

Chapter V

Alpin needed to control the mind and every body part to let Sophie sleep. A few more hours and your wedding ceremony would begin. Knowing could not have her in his arms at night to come, longed to snuggle next to her as a child. The wisest thing would be to ask her out there, but how could be deprived of the spectacle that angelic face gave? For much he tried, never find words to send her away from her bed. Was accustomed to darkness and was aware that once a ruling, it would disappear from his life forever. So decided to grant a few more minutes of pure contemplation. The weather was relentless, however, and the minutes could not be prevented from following its course. Thus, he was forced to get up and leave the room. That day would be remembered forever as the end of a wonderful idyll. Once in the main hall, Alpin fixed attention on the final preparations for the ceremony. As the priest refused to go to Nochdaidh, they would have to go up

the village. Had needed special permission to marry after the setting sun, with the justification to have very sensitive skin. A situation somewhat embarrassing, but nothing that a coin purse not resolved. The amount would also serve to silence the rumors about her. The bride, standing in the center of the room, still with the same look of awe on his face. The day dragged on and the minutes turned into hours, as the force Alpin that will not need to search for Sophie. With this, his mood was getting worse by the minute, also stimulated by crying down the bride disturbed. Strange to realize that Eric was also found taciturn. It was only when they were in the carriage house, preparing to go to church, which Alpin realized he had not seen or sign Sophie Nella throughout day. - Where is Sophie? - Asked Eric, already assembled, lay the reins of another horse for him. - She's gone - the boy said while the landlord was straightened in the saddle. - How? - Alpin stopped. - Where did she go? - The two departed back home a few hours ago. Lady Sophie said so would be better, because then that would make vows before God to Lady Margaret, she would not dare try to break them. I sent two men to accompany them. He could not let the two to travel alone. - Of course not - Alpin murmured, deep in thought, his friend following blindly the way to the village. In a way, I was impressed that Sophie had taken the path he believed himself to be the best. However, do not remember having felt so desolate in its entire existence. Wish it had not happened that way. However, if that was the fate that was to tread, because everything seemed so wrong? When a man gave up something he wanted to achieve something greater, for the benefit of another person, should feel proud and supported by having taken the right decision. So what is the reason of being chilled to the soul? Nothing made sense, thought, mechanically obeying the command of the priest to kneel next to the bride tearfully. Sophie had been present in your life for just one month, during which he spent most of his time trying to ignore it ... or miss your warmth. As the loss of a small woman and irritating could shake him so much? He took her hand sweaty and trembling in your bride. Margaret seemed even more desperate. The truth was that almost had not spoken during the fortnight she spent in Nochdaidh.

Frowned, disturbed. Sophie had seen the worst of it and never wavered in standing by his side. Perhaps he had misjudged the thought that she could not bear live with the curse when he finally turned into a monster. - Sir Alpin? - Called the priest. - It's time to make your vote. Alpin looked at the priest, then to Margaret. He thought for a moment and finally said: - I will not vote at all. An uproar filled the chapel. - But the marriage was already agreed with his father! - Sir Peter shouted indignantly. - My lord swore he would use his sword to ensure the dowry of my daughter, lands and coins. You cannot just give up! - Of course I can. I think we can reach an agreement when you need me to fight in his favour. But this is not so. - What about the land and our fortune? Father longed to know them. - His wealth did not make any difference. All I want is ... - Being with Sophie, wanted to say but did not complete the thought aloud. Everything desire is to be happy. He looked at Margaret, who he had bowed to the feet of the priest, kissing his cassock while muttering prayers of thanksgiving. - I need a brave woman. Someone who is always with me and not faint or craven if we're in the same room ... I also want to be loved. Therefore I will not care about being the most selfish bastard in the world, since it comes out looking for my true love - completed, amazing with his own conviction. - Thank God! - Eric cried. - She went to the southwest, sir! The two refused to ride horses and travel faster on donkeys. Lucky you. That way you will not have trouble finding it to walk fast. Although the excitement of wondering created Alpin decided he had more important things to deal with. - I want to stay here for the priest and the church will be ready when I return. - None of that. Go along - Eric announced and appointed another servant, Duncan, to take charge of the priest and the church. - It will not be easy to convince her to come back, marry and return to Nochdaidh before sunrise, but my lord could bring her back fast. Can I get back, taking care of Nella and others, and return with calmer. - Nella ... I understand - Alpin replied, seeing another blush and the rest of his servants smile out of the church. - Not that it makes noise when walking by carry as many charms? - That's right - Eric agreed to mount the horses. - It can be a little weird, but it was Nella who stepped between his sword and when Lady Sophie arrived at the castle, remember?

- It is true. Weird, but very brave - Alpin praised, spurring his horse to pass through the village. - In addition, she is accustomed to Nochdaidh. I doubt that has broken out with taste. She'll be back. - You think I'm being too selfish? - Questioned Alpin. - That may be so, my lord, but all men are. Lady Sophie knows a lot about you ... Why not let it solve part of their problems? He's right, thought Alpin, when both urged their mounts at the same time, leaving the village behind. Sophie was a strong and intelligent woman, I knew very well where the monster he would become. He was also aware that they had important decisions to make, starting with having children ... But the time had come for him to put his life in his hands. - Sorry, milady - Nella said while sitting by the fire that the men had lit. - I also - Sophie said as he watched the men guard Nochdaidh draft who would be the first watch. - At least this time, not travel unprotected. - It is much more comfortable - said the maid, distracted, when playing a stick on fire. - I hope that Sir Alpin sees the truth. I mean, what we mean be the truth. - My heart gives me that assurance. The last words written by Morvyn were clear. I believe that only a Galt MacCordy together and retain the healing power. It was very difficult to admit failure, but that was how it had to be. - Sophie smiled wistfully, seeing Nella's attention to his words. - I had hopes that the end of us were different. Unfortunately, I will trouble her for a few days with my sadness. I think at the moment, I'm still a little confused. Not just lost the love of my life, but I fear losing the chance of breaking the curse of Rona. My consolation is that my pain is assuaged. I'll have a son of Alpin to love. - How? - Shh ... quiet, Nella. I'm expecting his child. - Cannot you already know so far in advance. - Believe me. I'm sure. Felt when the seed was planted in my womb. Maybe the curse does not end with this child. Maybe fate has achieved its purpose, though by devious ways. - And hopefully his relatives do not put it all to lose when they learn of your pregnancy! - It's true, I run this risk. But let's deal with the problem when it arises. Better get some sleep ... The journey has not progressed much since Nochdaidh we left. I want to restart it early. - Sophie decided to lie down on the handful of sheets arranged to spend the rest of the night

- Alpin? - Sophie awoke to her voice and sat up abruptly. - Something wrong, milady? - Asked Angus, one of the guards. - I think I was dreaming. Sophie knew that Angus for being the first to stand guard, she had slept only an hour or two. Swept the area with the look and did not see any sign Alpin. However, he could feel it too close. When he thought he was imagining things, and Eric Alpin reached the camp. She was startled to see him descend promptly Horse and post up ahead. - What are you doing here? - Asked worriedly. - This is your wedding night. - Yet - Alpin replied, taking her hand. - I came here to propose a choice, Lady Sophie Hay - A choice? - She asked as she leaned on him to stand. - Yes: among all the darkness that surrounds me, or freedom and sunshine - he spoke without preamble. - What happened to Lady Margaret? - Sophie asked, heart pounding. - The last time I saw her, she was kissing a priest's cassock and thanking God that He save it from a union not desired. Her face lit up. - So I choose you - she replied, his voice so choked with emotion that seemed more a whisper. Alpin girl raised her hand to his lips to kiss her. However, his own trembling left evident how was anxious. Sophie smiled, teary eyes, thinking it would be better to keep all the feelings in the heart to express them only when they were alone. There was no time to consider the big step that just given. In the next instant, she and Nella were ordered to gather their things and leave. The three guards, in turn, received orders to rest and return unhurried. Left, finally, the horse Eric Nella, Sophie mounted stallion Alpin. With the warmth of your loved one to cherish her, she closed her eyes, happy. Not even begun to dawn when they arrived at the village chapel. Sophie felt so sick that Alpin had to carry her up into the church. His unease grew from ready, and she laughed, distraught when he started screaming to wake up those who still waited on the wooden benches.

It was like a dream experience when the priest finally married. Alpin kissed her mouth quickly and with the same anxiety, carried her out of the church. Mounted and set off at a gallop to Nochdaidh. - Nella Why are you crying? - Alpin asked when he was safely inside the house. - I thought she had learned to trust me, or at least, they had no more fear. Sophie took the impetus to tell him what your wedding could represent. Opted to stay quiet, since there was likely to be wrong. It would be too cruel give hope to Alpin and then say that the curse was not broken. One look into the anxious expression Nella to know that she was of the same opinion. - My hips are hurting - cried the maid in a meagre excuse for their mourning. There was a moment of heavy silence and Sophie realized that as much as Eric Alpin held laughter. - I think I'll take a shower. Nella agreed instantly pleased to be able to follow her to the bedroom. - I also - Alpin smiled, his gaze intense making clear its intention. He was waiting in his bed soon. Anxiety for the meeting and the prospect of never having to leave his side warmed the body of Sophie so that she did not need even heat much the bathwater. Alpin looked at the meal placed near the fireplace. Devoured the meat specially prepared for him and asked that the dish was removed. He was conscious that Sophie accepted exactly as it was, but still preferred to avoid excessive exposure. Eating almost raw meat at the bottom, was an act that also repugnant. Feeling that she approached, she turned to see her go. Sophie looked stunning in a thin sweater adorned with bows, and took their sweet perfume environment. He looked so much delicacy, softness and innocence, he wondered if it would be fair to bring a sweet creature like that for your dark world. - You cannot change your mind - she said, feeling his fears, as he sat at the table and poured himself a chestnut cake. - You do not deserve to be locked in darkness. - My place is at your side, Alpin. Be the shadows or glare from the sun - saying this, she looked at the food and for him. - Cannot eat any of it? - No. There are times I lost the taste. Eating this kind of food just makes me yearn for something else. - And you really misses it? - Ah, yes. Sitting at a table and gorging myself as a normal man are just memories now. Also miss not being able to stay in the sun and feel its warmth. Would

much that people were not afraid of me, not to make the sign of the cross to see me. Really wanted to revive my gardens with flowers of all shades. Sophie was hug him and sat on his lap resting her head on his broad shoulder. - We will have it all over again. Alpin pulled back slightly to look at her. - You're so sure ... - This is how it has to be. - As I knelt beside Lady Margaret, his inexhaustible hope this came to mind. Maybe I never have, but too long for this grace. I remembered also their smiles and their laughter ... Amazing how no fear, even when I'm possessed. And when the priest asked me to make my vows, I looked weeping for my fiancee and I understood that it was not her that I should promise something. All that Margaret feels for me is horror and revulsion. If I had not known you probably would have married by being accustomed to this kind of misfortune. But you made me feel thirsty for life, Sophie. I suddenly realized that My greatest sorrow was to believe that he could not be loved - he added in a whisper. -Make sure you are very dear - she swore, emotional, and hugged him tighter. - I love you. The warmth of the words ran through the veins of Alpin. Remained embraced until Sophie straightened. A smile lit up his dark face when she hinted hands inside the robe and stroked the chest. - Alpin ... - I love you too, my Sophie. You are the sunshine that puts an end to the shadows of my prison. - He frowned as she felt her face wet against to the skin. - Why are you crying? - They are tears of happiness. - Less evil. I thought her hips were too painful ... - He laughed and stood up with her on his lap, taking her to bed. - Can we consummate our marriage or should we wait until the evening? - Sophie asked with a smile to see him get rid of her robe. After undressing her with all the affection, Alpin made her nest next to his broad chest. - No time for love, my dear wife ... - What are you doing up? - Eric Nella asked to see her take a seat at the table of the dining room. Before answering, the girl cut a piece of bread. - I'm hungry. I'll lie down so feed me. - Nella cut a piece of cheese and put it between two pieces of bread. - Will it work?

I bet you're thinking about it too. - It is true. But the curse is already our partner for so long, it is difficult to feed hope. Nella let out a long sigh. - It's the same with me. I know all the sad stories lived by the women of the family Galt. What lady Sophie says makes sense, but it seems too easy. - It will be necessary spells, herbs miracle these things? - Maybe. I suppose there should be some sort of ceremony. While the wedding may have fulfilled that part. - There will agree that this is a powerful opportunity. Anyway, it is better to finish eating and get some rest. We'll need your energy. - Why? - Nella wondered apprehensively. - Because if Sophie is right lady and the curse is broken, there will be a huge celebration ... Otherwise, it will need a lot of support. Alpin stretched, filled a glass of cider and broke off a piece of cake oatmeal sweetened with honey. Followed to the window to look at the stable. Was in peace for the first time in his life and he liked what he was feeling. Would that that feeling remain forever. Spend a day and a night making love his wife certainly had a lot to do with your state. Thinking thus, poured over a piece of cake. As predicted, be loved all the pain had subsided who already suffer in life. Of course there would still be problems to face, but no longer feared the future as before. When finished the third piece of cake and empty make cider, noticed unusual activity in the stable. All residents Nochdaidh were there. Supreendeu up at the sight of Eric and Nella dancing. After all, was too late to celebrate the wedding, he thought. He glanced at the bed where Sophie slept, wondering wake her to witness what was happening. Although she was only the head showing through the covers, the beautiful vision distracted. Sophie was so young and sweet, despite the strength that lay beneath this delicate beauty. The wide hair was spreadon the pillow, even more golden by the sun's rays that were focused on long wires. Just to take the last sip of the drink and put the cup aside, Alpin realized what he had just done: had had enough of oatcakes and drinking cider, and not the wine enriched with blood! Most impressive was that his hunger and thirst were sated. Culminating the surprise was the fact that the sun crept into the room and facilitated their observation of people in party near the stable. - Sophie! - He called, stunned. - Sophie, wake up! When she muttered something and turned the mattress, he ran to the other side of the bed. He threw the covers away and shook her by the shoulders. Ignoring their protests, made her sit down, shaking it slightly.

For a brief moment, let yourself be charmed by the beautiful naked figure in front of him, but then covered her body with a sweater instead of joining her in bed. Smiling to see her still sleepy, led her to the window. - Look! Sophie still struggled against sleep, but was surprised how Alpin was acting. Could feel her shaking and squinting against the sun, did he asked. - I see that the inhabitants of the castle are the worst dancers I've ever seen - said, shrugging, it Alpin replied with a laugh. - And Eric is the worst of all! It is there, swapping steps under the sun like a drink ... - Sophie stopped talking suddenly. - Jesus, Alpin! The sun shone again in Nochdaidh! Are you hurt? - She asked worriedly, looking at him. Alpin leaned against the wall and ran his hands through his hair, laughing and shaking his head. - No. It's not that crazy? That's why I was so anxious for you to wake up. Wanted to tell me I'm not dreaming. - He smiled and embraced. - The sun is shining again on my land, Sophie! She felt tears in her eyes. - That's right, my love. And his servants are jumping like the ground was boiling! - She said, laughing, before hugging him and rest her head on his chest. Suddenly, the door was almost broken into. - Alpin, the sun is shining again! - Eric started screaming with Nella behind. - It worked, milady! - Celebrated the girl, practically jumping in front of Eric. - Thank God it worked! I did not quite believe it. - He stopped talking in moment when he realized that he was naked Alpin. - God of heaven! - Exclaimed, mortified. Eric laughed and covered her eyes. - What the hell man dressed! Alpin began putting his pants, confused gaze straying to Sophie. - I did not ... What went right? - My Lord and Lady Sophie chose not Lady Margaret - Nella said, trying to shake the hand of Eric. - What was the trick this time? - Alpin wondered worried. - There was no magic - Sophie replied calmly. - I was almost certain he had discovered how to break the curse. - She mouthed the words again written by Morvyn. - Understands now? The solution was there, right before our eyes. - It would have been fairer if you had told me before?

- They were just suspicious Alpin. You had to make the choice without any influence. I was afraid to call attention to it and influence it. Also I was afraid of being wrong ... If, by chance, I had convinced then we discovered the mistake would be too cruel. Alpin remained staring at her for a moment, then pulled her into a hug and kissed her passionately. Then out into the hall, rushed. Sophie had just time to reach the shirt he left behind and put her on the sweater before running after him. When she reached the Nella and Eric, Alpin was standing in front of the closed doors of the castle. Sophie walked over and took his hand. - The last time I exposed to the sun, almost died - Alpin said in a whisper. - I believe that this will not happen again, my love. We'll pull into if anything happens. - That is so. - He decided and held his wife's hand tightly while Eric opened the door for everyone to leave. Cautious, Sophie slowly walked beside him to the barn. Remained silent, sharing the tension, fear and growing excitement. Alpin turned to face the sun so strong and squeezed Sophie's hand, she came to feel pain. However, when he saw that tears streamed for free under the long lashes of her husband, hugged him excitedly. - I can hardly believe - Alpin said in a choked voice, struggling to maintain his composure despite strong emotion, since all the servants of the Nochdaidh watched. - What are you feeling? - Something that not long ago sent or news to the people here: hope. - Problems in sight, my lord - Eric warned, posting up next to him. Seeing the crowd of villagers who broke through the gates of the castle, bringing every kind of weapon in the hands, swore Alpin. - Maybe I celebrated too soon - he said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders Sophie in a protective gesture. She flinched, afraid and embarrassed to be wearing costumes to sleep before all. Tension prevailed for a few moments, the villagers still fearful with the sudden departure of his strange castle lord that hour of the morning. Seeing Sophie embraced him, however, some of the women waved, others launched brief smiles. She realized that she would choose appropriately allies what to say. He looked up at the sun and closed his eyes in silent prayer.

When the villagers realized that Nochdaidh was no longer shrouded in a dark cloud, looked at each other surprised looks back, then for you ahead. Were faced with a normal man and not a monster. Sophie mustered up the courage to face them. - It's my fault - she told Alpin. - I should have resolved before the murder of Donald ... But I'll take care of it now. Alpin hid a smile when Sophie went ahead without waiting for an answer. There she was, wearing only a sweater and his shirt, barefoot and long tousled hair. He admired her courage, since his appearance could refer to old prejudices against women of his lineage. Decided that it would not interfere, however. So why Sophie knew more about everything than he. Even so, his guard was posted strategically around the crowd, ready to act at the first suspicious movement. - I do not think they came to greet me here for my wedding - Sophie began, crossing his arms over his chest. - We have come to seek justice now that the lord of the castle Nochdaidh left in daylight, milady - Master Ian announced to take a step ahead of the crowd. The killer of my son has to pay for his crime. - Does the wind spoke the other day? I remember having said that Sir Alpin is not the criminal. - Sorry to say, but you're under the effects of his power. Who else could have taken the life of my son? He had no enemies. No one man nearby that has not been a friend of Donald. - The only enhances your memory - she agreed safely. - But tell me, have never thought that the crime could have been committed by a woman? Ian frowned in confusion. - My son was faithful to his wife and was governed by sound principles. What woman would have killed him? - The same that had the courage to cut his neck while he slept. It was a sharp blow, as I said before. She hit him in the head to keep him unconscious as he gave the final blow. - But he never laid with any woman! - Master Ian protested. Although Gemma not feel guilty for the crime he had committed, Sophie could feel how frightened she hesitated. His revolt not dissipated with the bloodshed of the poor Donald. That was his weak point and Sophie was ready to hit it on the head. - I know not, Master Ian. But that does not mean it has not been liked by other than his beloved wife ... - She paused strategic. - The criminal may be someone he has rejected. A

woman who did not accept the fact that he resisted her. Who never settled for the beauty and the charms of his daughter. - She was always beautiful, but never managed to meet her husband! - Gemma cried impulsively, turning pale as he realized the mistake he had committed. Sophie did not expect her to surrender so quickly. Resolved the issue, pulled up behind Alpin, sighing before the shambles that settled was opposite the castle. Thanks to the prompt action of the guard, Gemma was not lynched by the crowd but taken to the dungeon to await trial. I much, Master Ian - she said, laying her hand on his shoulder from the butcher. - Do you love her? - See the price I had to pay for my lust, my lady. A moment of weakness cost the life of my son. - Do not blame yourself. Neither you nor your child missed. Gemma is the one to blame. It was she who caused this situation with his immense vanity, seeking to win two men from the same family. We must learn from our weaknesses. Maybe not the ideal person is closer than you think - added, smiling at a lady look sweet watching him, pitying. Suddenly Alpin pulled her arm firmly. - Alpin! I was just comforting the poor man. - None of that. He was trying to marry him - he said quietly, but soon turned his attention to the gate where they came from some riders. - We will have one day full ... Sophie watched the crowd dispersed and held his breath when he noticed the men approaching. Repressed for not having made a break in his night wedding to tell some truths that Alpin been hiding until now. Recognizing immediately the four horsemen approaching the castle, sensed some mysteries of his life were about to be revealed. - Do you know these people? - Alpin asked, feeling the tense before men, already dismantled a few feet from where they stood and stared with a mixture surprise, shock and amusement. - They are my brothers - she said with a sigh, pointing to each and identifying them: - Sir Adrian, Sir Robert, Sir Gilbert, and Sir Neil. Then breath, taking the hand of Alpin, before the chaos settled down. - This is my husband, Sir Alpin MacCordy, Lord of Nochdaidh. - You married Alpin MacCordy? - Adrian asked, dumbfounded. - You well know the legends that are on it! - Say Yes to live in darkness, drinks blood, which can turn into a monster and stuff. - You left without telling us, Sophie! - I left a note. Adrian ignored him, exasperated. - Sir Steven was sure that you had been kidnapped. Put all men Werstane the search and sent to warn us. We spent weeks on these saddles to look for it! We went to Dobharach,

then Gurby. When we returned to Werstane heard rumors that you had committed the insanity to come here. Adrian put her hands on her hips. - And look, here you are. - I had a plan in mind - Sophie confessed, ignoring the murmurs of Nella and brothers. - I thought that would solve our problems. I mean, the My future problems. There is legend, Adrian. Just see what happened to my predecessors ... Alpin covered his mouth with his hand, preventing her to continue talking. Although shocked and wondered how many secrets still kept his wife saw fit to make it shut up. It was not the best time to talk about magic, witches and curses. There was a crowd of onlookers circling around. Anything she said would arouse the curiosity of those who had nothing to do with it. - I better go - suggested, seriously. - Eric, have enough room for everyone? - Yes - the foreman replied promptly. Sophie took a moment of distraction and Nella pulling by the hand, ran into the bedroom to change clothes. Upon returning to the room, saw Alpin reunited with his brothers. Judging by the look of surprise he received, understood that he had arrived too late to relieve the weight of some disclosures. Twitching face, sat down beside her husband. - From what I understand, I think you forgot to tell me a few things, my wife - he began gloomily. - A detail or another - she shrugged, tense. - Ah, yes. Details size Dobharach, Werstane and Gurby, ie their land. Not to mention that you have enough money to build a cathedral, if so desired. What about the army which has its usefulness beyond his eight siblings? - Just because of all this wealth feared she had been kidnapped - Adrian recalled in disgust. - I did not lie. Just omit some things - Sophie protested and waited until the hubbub ceased. When taken to focus on it, took a deep breath and began to tell how found out about the curse cast by Rona and what led him to try to change their plight. - If I had told you everything about me, Alpin would not have made the right choice - she said, putting her hand over his. - If he knew, perhaps until he had done, but under false pretenses. I needed to be chosen for who I am and not for my fortune. Alpin could ever know that I had also possessions. When Sophie finished the story, Alpin brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. Adrian nodded, unhappy. - It is very hard to believe all this, but it's even harder to argue; Many people from two families were afflicted by the curse. Believes even if the spell has been broken? - Asked for Alpin, afraid. - Yes, but it will take more than a day in the sun to have absolute certainty.

The words bothered Sophie during the remainder of the day, although she was happy with the presence of the brothers. Not even the joy of seeing her husband enjoy a normal meal, savoring every bite as if it were a child eating a sweet, was enough to end your tension. Only when he lay beside Alpin, however, knew that his humor was perceived. Instead of taking her in his arms as usual, he just turn around aside to watch her closely. - Why do I still have the impression that there is still a best kept secret? There are still more land? Money? Brothers? - None of that. - She smiled shyly. - I already have more than enough of these things. - So what's the ultimate secret? Sophie looked down, her heart pounding. - I'm expecting a child - announced by contracting his brow slightly at realizing the shock that had caused it. - I know it's too early, Alpin, but ... He dropped to the mattress and fix your gaze on the ceiling. - You told me you could take potions if that happened! In one swift motion, she climbed on top of him, holding his worried face with his hands. - You really want me to give up this child? - No - he replied immediately. - But we do not know if the curse ... - Finished, Alpin. Think about it: you chose me and I got pregnant! - Sophie saw a glimmer of hope back in the eyes of the beloved. - How do I know that you also have heightened sensitivity. I do not feel any threat that child. Have faith. He embraced her fondly. - I have faith in you, but you must be patient with my fears. After all, one cannot forget four hundred thirty-five years from the shadows with a snap of fingers. - The darkness is gone. By choosing love, you pulled the shadows of our lives. - I will not ever forget this wise choice. - He sat on the bed under her, and Sophie looked into the eyes moved. - I will teach our children the importance making the right choice. Smiling, she brushed her lips against his. - What would you tell them? - That the true wealth of a man is not measured by land or coins ... but by their ability to give and receive true love.

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