They thought the portal was their biggest threat. But the curse—real or imagined—might tear their family apart.



MILLS: I never imagined raising a baby in 1646. But here we are: surrounded by clan allies and enemies, protective charms, and a brooch that glows when danger's near. Just when I start to believe we've carved out a life here, a dangerous rival threatens the fragile peace we've built.



Now we're racing across the Highlands with hounds, swords, and kick-ars boots, trying to protect what matters most before the portal closes for good. If this is a curse, it picked the wrong mother to mess with.



CAL: I dinnae care what century we've landed in—no one threatens my family and walks away grinnin'. We've got Alistair's sheepdog, Fergus's maps, and Mills's fire leadin' the charge. But when a new ally shows up—talkin' about quantum entanglement and time loops—I start to realize we're not just fightin' enemies. We're fightin' time.



The portal's alive. It's shiftin', pulsin', and if we dinnae move fast, it'll close for good—with me, Mills, Loch, Cam, and Lila trapped on the wrong side. I'll tear through every clan and curse to bring my family home.



Contains mature themes.