The Seventh book in the Havermouth Pack Series, The Pack's Emissary! Aislen is discovering that her allies all have their own agendas. Can she win the war, when everyone is out for their own gain? And who is the mystery enemy emissary? When her enemies are also her allies, who can she trust? The war between supernatural and human has been waged on land, between the Van Helsings and the werewolf packs, but the flooded river that began it all has brought a new player to the battlefield, and the Mer do not fight by land-rules.
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Tears streamed down Harry‘s face as they rose to their feet. They ran their hands over the lush hide of the weredragon. It was precisely the colour of Jules’ hair. Harry draped their body over the dragon’s chest, pressing their ear to the hide, celebrating the steady beat and rise and fall of the ribs. Alive. Gloriously alive. And they could feel the tie of their mate bond twining them together. With their eyes closed, Jules was a glow within the darkness.
“Oh Jules, Jules, Jules…” They wept the words, stroking and luxuriating in the living creature that surrounded them with its bulk. It did not matter in the slightest that this Jules was not as Jules had been before… Harry’s most fervent wish had been granted and they had their mate back. “I knew it,” they whispered pressing kisses into the fur as they moved along the length of the dragon towards its head. “I knew that you were not gone.”
They stroked over the dragon’s snout and pressed a kiss between his nostrils just as the dragon’s eyes flicked open, the pupil contracting as the dragon focused on the vampire standing at his snout. Jules’ eyes.
The reaction jerked through the dragon, and he lifted his head and tried to rise, finding himself pressed tight within the confined space, tail and body unfurling, wings striking against the walls and ceiling, and the movement pushing Harry into the wall.
The dragon was beginning to panic.
“It’s okay,” Harry caught Jules’ snout between his hands, feeling the hot dry breath of the dragon’s fearful exhale blow up their legs and torso, lifting the strands of their hair. “Jules, it’s okay. Calm down, my lover, my darling, my mate. I have you. You are safe.”
They saw the words register in the dragon’s eyes, their gazes locking. “It’s okay, my heart, my beautiful, beautiful mate,” Harry crooned. “You are safe with me.”
They staggered as the dragon shrank, shimmering away, and the fur beneath their hands became skin. Harry landed on their knees before their mate as Jules regained his human form. Jules’ jaw was stubbled, and his skin was glossy with sweat. He stared at his hand as the bandages drifted away. The wound was even more gory after Fatima’s surgery on it, but the fingers were straight again.
Jules screamed, a shrill shriek of pain, and he propelled himself backward, away from Harry, scuttling across the floor using three limbs, until he all but disappeared into the shelter of the half-collapsed trundle bed, curling in on himself in the shadows and the wall.
“Oh, my love,” Harry’s voice broke in empathetic pain. Within Jules’ shadowy hide-out, his mate was cradling his injured hand, sobbing. “It hurts? Don’t fear. It will heal now. You just need to feed and I will lick it.” They crawled carefully toward Jules, keeping their motions slow, and their eyes on their mate. Jules looked up at Harry through the tangle of his hair, his eyes confused and filled with tears.
Something had been lost, Harry realized with sorrow. Jules did not know who they were. Did he know who he was? How terrifying to wake without such knowledge, in a strange form, in a strange room, and with such a terrible injury.
“It’s okay my darling,” Harry whispered the words, keeping their tone soothing, not revealing any of their fear, pain, and anguish. “I am Harry. Your mate. Your love and lover. You were hurt, and we are… somewhere safe, a place of healing,” they did not know how much was lost, how much Jules understood. “Can you speak to me? Let me hear your voice. Just… Just say my name,” they pleaded. “Harry.”
Jules whimpered, clutching his injured hand by the wrist.
“Oh, my poor baby. Here…” Harry wriggled closer.
Jules tensed, his eyes going to the door.
“Harry,” Fatima’s voice was barely a whisper. “I heard a scream. Is… Is he…?”
“He’s alright,” Harry did not look away from Jules. “Look at me, my darling,” they entreated, and Jules’ eyes returned to theirs as if pulled. “That is Fatima. She is a friend. We are in no danger here.” They eased themselves closed, half under the trundle. Jules sucked in a breath, his eyes widening, and wriggled a little back, uncertainly.
“It’s okay,” Harry sing-songed the words as if soothing a frightened child. “It’s okay. Let Harry help you, my love, my darling…” They propped themselves on one elbow and reached out slowly with their free hand, testing Jules’ reaction, until their mate let their fingers rest, ever so lightly, on his wrist. “Good boy,” they murmured. “Such a good, brave, boy.”
“Be careful Harry,” Fatima breathed from where she hovered in the doorway.
Jules watched, his breath panted and his body shaking, as Harry eased the injured hand towards his face. Harry smiled at him reassuringly. “I will just kiss you better, my darling one,” they promised. “I will help take the pain away.” They pushed their tongue against their sharp canines and premolars, collecting the venom that aided with the healing from their bite, and then they flickered their tongue carefully over the back of Jules’ hand, watching for a reaction of pain.
Some of the tension eased from around Jules’ eyes and gradually his entire body relaxed, the gentle lapping soothing him. Jules was still a werewolf deep within, Harry reasoned, and the wolf nature was to bathe wounds with their tongues. Instinctually, Jules would recognize the action as tending to what was causing him pain.
Harry continued to wash the wound, and Jules’ eyes drifted half closed, his head slowly coming to rest against the wall. “Good boy,” Harry murmured over and over between laps. The wound tasted healthy, they noted, without any bitterness of infection. They hoped that it would heal, and that Jules would regain use of it. As they licked, they shifted closer, testing Jules’ response to their proximity.
Gradually they wedged themselves into the crude shelter behind Jules, taking him between their legs so that he leaned back against Harry’s chest. His breathing and heartbeat were steady, and his heavy-lidded gaze followed Harry’s gentle turning of his hand so that Harry could lick over the palm. Harry ached for his mate, the feel of Jules’ body against his, a divine pleasure that was so sweet it was almost painful.
Jules’ head moved against Harry’s chin as his mate looked up at him. “Harry,” his voice was hoarse, rough, and ragged.
“Yes,” Harry’s tears fell unheeded down his cheeks. “Yes. Your Harry, my Jules. Your Harry.”
“Jules,” Jules whispered, his head resting back against Harry, his hand resting, palm up, his arm across their thighs.
“Yes, my love. You are Jules. Someone hurt us. Someone terrible hurt us both, and you have been sleeping for a long time.”
“Hurt,” Jules mumbled, and Harry sensed that his mate was on the edge of sleep.
“Yes,” Harry adjusted Jules so that he was across Harry’s lap and rose carefully to his feet. He felt Jules’ stiffen at the movement. “Shhh, it’s okay, Jules. We could both use a shower and a proper bed. I want nothing more than to lay in a bed with you and feel your heart beat against mine. We are safe, and together, and alive – and that is all that matters. Your memory will come back, or we will make new ones together.”
Fatima was waiting in the hallway, her eyes wide and expression stunned. “Harry!” She exclaimed breathily. “I can’t believe it. I swear you brought him back to life through sheer refusal to let him go.”
“I need… a room,” Harry told her. “And time, and protection.”
“You will have it,” she promised fervently. “Take the first room to your left, up the stairs.”
“And someone needs to call Talen,” Harry added quietly. “Cameron should know.”
“I’ll make sure it is passed along,” she nodded. “Harry… I am so happy for you.”
Harry couldn’t answer, swallowing back the words that they did not want to utter in Jules’ hearing. For all their brave words and heartfelt promises, for all their delight that Jules lived, it was terrifying that he did not seem to know them. They wondered how much he had lost, and whether it would come back. Jules was still their mate, but it was not just his body that they loved, but the man within it, and there was a horrible fear growing in their heart that Jules had returned a shell without that core.
Be grateful for what they had, and just hope that time would heal Jules’ mind and body, they told themselves sternly as they entered the bedroom and carried Jules into the attached ensuite. They set Jules down on the tiles and watched their mate lean towards the mirror his eyes wide and his good hand lifting to touch his cheek.
“That is you,” Harry told him gently as they turned on the shower. “Do you recognize yourself?”
Jules’ eyes flicked to theirs in the reflection. “Harry,” he said softly.
Harry tried to keep their lips from trembling as they smiled. “That’s right, my love. I am your Harry, and I always will be.” No matter what.
“Mine,” Rhett caught Aislen by the shoulders and turned her, pulling her body flush with his so that he could seal his mouth over hers and steal away Heath’s cum from her tongue. “Hmm,” he said as he eased back and used the tip of his little finger to wipe the corner of her mouth. “Delicious.”“This is going to take some finessing,” Talen said as Rhett stepped away so that Talen could take his place. The big, blonde man very gently stroked Aislen’s hair back out of her face before his hand strayed to the Concordian collar around her neck. He straightened it. “It has been a while since we have done this.”“Done what, Daddy?” She asked him and then gasped as Rhett picked her up and deposited her on the bed, straddling Heath’s hips and facing him. Suddenly the way that he was tied made a lot of sense, the space between his legs made room for someone to kneel between them, and the sex pillow beneath his hips would position Aislen at the right height for a man behind and one in front. “Oh
Aislen’s eyes adjusted to the darkness inside the Playroom with supernatural quickness and she smothered her laughter as she saw what Talen had been up to. The bed had been looped with Christmas fairy lights, tinsel, and red bows that held candy canes in place. As they neared, Talen activated the fairly lights so that the room, and its many sordid toys, flashed and flickered in shades of red and green - as did the two men already on the bed.Cameron wore a body harness similar to her own. It was on full display as he knelt on the end of the bed, his arms tied to the bedframe above his head, and a candy cane tied with ribbon as a gag. Talen, as a nod to the season, had used a red ribbon to tie a bow around Cameron’s cock. Tinsel had been draped around his neck like a feather boa.Heath was stretched out on the bed behind him, his arms spread and bound to the headboard, and his knees bent, heels to arse, and restrained there with ribbon that circled his ankles and looped around his wais
As Heath steered the car back out of Havermouth, Aislen watched the town pass by her window. It was both familiar and foreign, with the influence of the Mer seen in the repairs to the old buildings and the ever-increasing amount of greenery spilling over the walls from roof-top gardens.The way people dressed and interacted on the streets had changed too, with more and more people adopting the toga-like styles of the Mer clothing. Aislen caught a glimpse of Anne Mason talking with a group of tall intrigued looking Mers, and she wore multiple strings of the Mer’s bead and shell necklaces and bracelets as she smiled and gestured animatedly at the street around them.“I wonder what Anne is up to,” she remarked to Heath. “She looks like she’s leading a tour of the town. That’s probably what it is,” she answered herself. “She’d be good at that role.”“Do you miss it?” Heath asked her.“The telepathy?” She knew what he meant. “Yes and no. This is sort of cool,” she used her telekinesis to l
Cameron had baby-napped Gera for a day on the farm with her grandparents Harry and Jules, and so Heath and Aislen were travelling light to Havermouth.“Feels weird,” Heath said what Aislen was thinking. “Not hearing her in the back seat, and not having to lug around the baby bag in case she poops or pukes. I think we should have another.”“What?” Aislen’s jaw dropped. That last comment had come out of nowhere.“Another baby,” he smirked enjoying her reaction. “Gera’s six months old now, and I think we’re ready to add to our family.”“I’m not precisely preventing it,” she pointed out. “I’m not on any contraception, and I’m constantly leaking enough second-hand cum that I could probably repopulate the entire planet with a turkey baster.”“I know,” his smirk became a grin. “I’m just saying, if you were pregnant, it would be a good thing, wouldn’t it?”“Hang on now,” she narrowed her eyes at him. There was something to his teasing. “What are you getting at precisely?”“I’m just saying, yo
Aislen woke to Gera crying. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the dark within Cameron’s room. It was night, but she couldn’t tell how far into it from the moonlight that drifted in through the part in Cameron’s curtains. Cameron was well out, snoring into the pillow, and she eased out from under his arm carefully so as not to wake him.Cameron had been working crazy hours, pretty much seven days a week, since the war trying to bring the two farms back to where they were before the storm, and to incorporate all the changes required for farming to be done by Mer environmental standards, which dictated everything from the way the sheep and cattle were treated for parasites through to run off from fields into the river.She stole the robe that hung of the back of his door as she tiptoed out of the room, easing the door closed behind her. Gera’s outrage had softened to gentle complaint which she traced to the kitchen. Heath, in a pair of striped PJ pants, was heating a bottle of blood, w
Rhett and Gera had attracted a horde of admirers in Rhett’s tattoo parlor and Aislen and Heath stood on the sidewalk watching him show off their daughter to his customers through the window, until someone pointed them out to them, and Rhett looked up, still grinning, his eyes bright with joy, and his cheeks heated as he realized he’d been busted.“Just look at him,” Heath scoffed his tone warm with amusement. “Bet he’s lying about doing the night duty all by himself again.”“He does get up a fair bit,” Aislen smiled up at him.“Yeah, but he complains about it like it’s the end of the world, and he doesn’t tell them that,” Heath nodded with his head towards the group saying goodbye to the baby. “I do most of the nights.”“And Cameron the early mornings,” Aislen reminded him.“He’s usually getting up then anyway,” Heath pointed out. “He’s half-rooster, up at dawn to wake us all up.”Aislen smothered her giggles.“What are you laughing at?” Rhett asked as he joined them. “Good timing, by
It was a very unusual Christmas Tree, but that was hardly surprising as it was a very different Havermouth. The new Havermouth Council was made up equally of all members of the community, and the tree represented the unification of these communities. Therefore, the tree had been carefully transplanted into the park, and was draped with bioluminescent strings of seaweed, crowned with a full moon, and hung with antique hand-carved toys and delicate ornaments made of gold and silver wire and what Aislen believed to be real gems, donated from the safes and other treasure vaults of the several hundred vampires that now called Havermouth home.In the old Havermouth, these gem-crusted ornaments would have disappeared within a day, however in the new Havermouth theft was not a problem. The police force included vampires and werewolves, and it had only taken a couple of demonstrations of their tracking abilities for thieves to learn to mend their ways.Aislen clapped along with the crowd as Ty
Havermouth, Present TimeThe journey to the river house was slow. Thanks to Sigrid’s roadblocks and the damage from the Mer. They also encountered many groups of people just standing on the road, talking in confusion. No one could quite understand what had happened, and no one was entirely confident that it was the end.Gera, true to form, had woken wanting to be fed, and so Aislen held the baby in her arms and watched out through the windows as they passed along the river road towards the bridge. “We’re a long way from done,” she said softly.“Yes,” Talen agreed. “But still, I feel as if we are far closer to peace, and I find myself optimistic and excited about the future before us.”“Me too,” Cameron agreed. “But that’s also how it feels when Aislen does her thing in your brain, so it could be that too.”“We haven’t really talked about that,” Heath added. “About what happened, Aislen?”“It’s hard to explain,” she said looking down at Gera and tracing the curve of the baby’s cheek wit
Havermouth, Present TimeDown the hallway enough for the stink of the torture room and the crunch and slurp of Mercy’s meal to be less nauseating, they formed a huddle, with Sigrid, Greg, Niarthen and Lyric in the centre, discussing what they had seen, and what the Mer would do next.Aislen leaned her cheek against Heath’s shoulder, exhausted. She wanted nothing more than to shower for a really long time, put on something that wasn’t coarse and itchy, and sleep. Heath put his arm around her absently, his attention on the discussion. She wanted to tell him that the world needed to take care of itself for a while, she had done her best for it, and it was time for her to sleep.“I can’t believe that she ate him,” Dan was seriously grossed out, Aislen could tell, although he kept his voice to a whisper.“I know,” Tom replied from the corner of his mouth, his eyes on Sigrid and Greg as they spoke with Niarthen. “Did you see the look on his face? He was just as surprised as we were.”“Will
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