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Havermouth, A few days after the stormThey slept well into the morning on their haybale bed that shouldn’t have been so comfortable, naked, and wrapped in each other. Lyric argued ferociously with her bladder when it woke her. She was warm, sleepy, and wrapped in her beautiful merman, and although she knew that they should have been on the road, and the longer they lingered the more chance there was of trouble, she did not want to move.Her bladder won and she slithered out from under Niarthen in order to put on her clothes before opening the shed door and rounding its side to squat and pee in private. It was a mild morning, and birds called cheerfully to each other, whilst the insects in the grass chirped about their business. Somewhere, out of sight, a herd of sheep commented on the weather.“It is a good morning,” Niarthen commented as he followed and peed into a patch of weeds.“We have to discuss the concept of privacy sometime,” she grumbled finishing her business before pullin
Last Updated : 2023-09-11The Pack's Dragon The Dam and the Damned
Havermouth, A few days after the stormThe dam was both more and less dramatic than Lyric had anticipated. She had followed the signs along increasingly weaving roads framed by the tall, dark plantation trees that Zeus Forestry both planted and cut down in a perpetual cycle, until they drove along a narrow two-laned road pinned between an excavated rock face and a gorge.Ahead, the road narrowed even more where a curved wall spanned the gorge, connecting one side of the road to the other.Or it had done.A section had crumbled away under the pressure of the water held back by it, spilling the flood into the gorge, and from there into the river. At some point, the water had equalized behind what remained of the wall, only a drizzle slowly seeping down to the draining waters below.Perched just below the road, on the side of the gorge, was a building – a monitoring station. A black 4WD was parked in the narrow driveway down to it. Lyric put the Ute into reverse, backing up slowly until
Last Updated : 2023-09-12The Pack's Dragon Fighting Chances
Havermouth, A few days after the stormLyric did not fight against the soldier’s grip, her eyes on Niarthen. The soldiers had put a slim metal band around one of his wrists, and she wasn’t sure what it did, but she knew that it had been placed for a reason, and that frightened her. They had bound his hands behind his back and thrown him into the rear of the second 4WD, before shoving her into the rear seat. A metal cage separated the sections.“Wrists,” the soldier stood in the open door holding a thick zip-tie.“I want to be in the back with him,” she told him. “He needs medical care.”“Nice try. Wrists,” he gestured impatiently.She put out her wrists docilely and let him tie them together. He pulled it tight enough that her wrists were held firmly but checked to make sure that it was not too tight.“Look,” he said under his breath. “You’re in trouble. Big trouble. But if you play it right, you’ll be okay. Just tell them that the big Merman abducted you and that you didn’t understan
Last Updated : 2023-09-13The Pack's Dragon Haven Farm
Havermouth, A few days after the stormThey pulled off the main roads, and wove into the back tracks, far beyond the region that Lyric was familiar with before pulling into a farm. A graveled car park was filled with black vehicles and the light that spilled out of the windows of a farmhouse cottage cast moving shadows in the tinted windows that gave them the impression of being occupied.On the porch swung a sign “Haven Farm”. It was not a place that Lyric would consider a haven.As the soldiers dragged her and Niarthen from the 4WD, she could see tidy rows of vegetable gardens, but the vegetables appeared to be rotting unharvested. A travesty, she thought as they were hustled up the narrow pathways between them. Beyond the gardens, she could see some smaller cottages, and a campsite of little tents, as well as several makeshift gun-towers, in which she could see soldiers tracking their movements.Floodlights lit the area in glaring, unforgiving white light.Beyond that area, they we
Last Updated : 2023-09-18The Pack's Dragon Compound B
Havermouth, A few days after the storm“I’ll take her,” the man washing the dishes volunteered, turning with his hands still covered in soap suds. “I need to go to Compound B anyway. Feeding time.”“Thank you, Toby,” Father Isaiah nodded. “Fortuitous timing.”Toby dried his hands off on a tea towel and crossed to take Lyric by the elbow.“Be careful with her,” the passenger said to him. “She’s feisty.”“She’ll behave,” Toby said firmly. “Come on, Susan.”He encouraged her out of the cottage and across the vegetable garden. “You are lucky,” he said under his breath. “I thought for a moment that he was going to have Sparrow interrogate you, from the way he was talking.”“I doubt that I would have enjoyed that,” she replied. They approached yet another black 4WD. “You guys sure went with variety, didn’t you?” She commented sarcastically. He opened the front passenger door and lifted her in before rounding the car to the driver’s side. “How do you know which car is yours when they all loo
Last Updated : 2023-09-19The Pack's Dragon Compound A
Havermouth, A few days after the stormToby knocked on the door of Compound A and blew out a breath when there wasn’t a response. “Fucking arseholes,” he muttered before pounding harder with the ham of his hand.An intercom near the door scratched into life. A scream echoed through the speaker standing the hair on Lyric’s arms on end. “What?” A man asked, his voice distorted by his proximity to the microphone in an effort to be heard over the screaming.“What the fuck…? Ergh,” Toby huffed out irritably. “Father Isaiah wants the girl secured here until he’s finished his phone call.”“We’re busy.”“Father Isaiah,” Toby repeated with emphasis. “He’s at Compound B. If you want me to take her back there, you can deal with the fallout.” There was a click and Toby nodded. “Smart move.” He waited until the speaker went silent, his hand on the door handle. “Just keep to yourself,” he recommended to her. “Don’t do anything stupid.”“Sure,” she replied wondering what precisely they were about to
Last Updated : 2023-09-20The Pack's Dragon The Pen Is Mightier Than The Sword
Havermouth, A few days after the stormCap on or cap off? Lyric wondered as she gripped the ball-point pen in her fist. She stood on the other side of the plastic strips, tracking the movements of the man mopping the floors, waiting for her moment. Cap on she decided.She took a deep breath. She had killed Chris and Lee, she told herself sternly. She could do this. The man on the other side of the plastic strips was not a good man. He had participated in the torture of the red-haired woman, and probably others before her and then gone on to whistle merrily as he cleaned up her blood. He deserved to die.When his back was to the plastic strips, she leaped through them, wrapping her legs around his waist, and arm around his shoulders, and stabbed the pen, pointed lid first, into his neck. She hit his jawbone, and he screamed. The mop struck the ground, released from his hands as he raised them, clawing at her in an effort to defend himself. She tried again, and this time the pen sank in
Last Updated : 2023-09-25The Pack's Dragon Toby’s Betrayal
Havermouth, A few days after the storm“How do you end up working for a secret military, anyway?” Lyric asked Toby.“We should travel slower, Lyric,” Niarthen commented from the back seat.“We hit a zombie,” Lyric explained to Toby. “He’s nervous about cars. But he is right, you are speeding.”“There is no one on these roads,” Toby replied with a slight roll of his eyes. “Other than us. We’ve shut down the entire area. As to how… My dad knows someone. Dad’s big on the whole humans are superior thing and annihilate the abominations…” He trailed off as if remembering he had two people fitting that description in the back seat. “So, I wanted to leave the army, and the Order was recruiting.”“There was no one on the other roads except the zombie,” Lyric commented.“Fine,” Toby slowed to the speed limit. “Happy?”“Not really,” Niarthen said under his breath.“What is going to happen, Toby?” Lyric asked him. He seemed to be willing to talk, almost relaxing into it the further they got away
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Rideten, Present Time“Oh gawd, so good,” Aislen moaned as she squeezed in between Rhett and Cameron. “I so need to get this blood off my skin. It’s beginning to itch. Tsk, look at you two,” she added taking the washcloth from Rhett’s hand and tugging him down so that she could scrub the blood from his face. “You even have some in your ears. How do you get blood in your ears?”“Beats me,” Rhett’s hands gripped her hips, and his thumbs stroked her skin suggestively. “I have some blood lower down,” he smoldered. “Cameron was just offering to lick it off for me when you came in and gave us a better idea.”“Oh?” Aislen knew precisely what they had in their dirty, dirty minds - basically the same plan with slight variations between the two men. But she wasn’t going to make it easy on them. “Come here,” she scrubbed at Cameron’s face with the cloth. “Good enough,” she decided and handed it to him. “Do me whilst I rinse my hair out.”“Do you, or do you?” Cameron teased as he and Rhett shifte
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Rideten, Present Time“And here I thought you’d achieved the most outrageously jaw-dropping appearance the last time you walked into my bunker Mr Gale,” Victor observed dryly as he closed the meeting room door behind them. “Look at you,” he added gesturing at the three of them.Heath slid a look at each of his mates. Talen raised his eyebrows. Of them all, their vampire hybrid mate had escaped the massacre with only a few blood splatters in his beard. Seeing Heath’s look, he raised his hands to show that they were as bloody as Heath’s own, which made Heath feel better. He scratched at his jaw feeling blood flake away under his nail.“This is what war looks like,” Aislen replied snidely. “Something you might find unfamiliar from a bunker, Victor, but true nonetheless.”Victor shook his head as he crossed to a cupboard and pulled out a decanter. “Whiskey?” He offered them.“I will,” Talen said.“Not us,” Heath declined regretfully. Whiskey would have gone down well after the night in th
