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The Pack's Emissary Sigrid’s Bad Day
Havermouth, Present TimeWith three mates, it was almost impossible to get some alone time – however, Sigrid had wanted to do this first check without the three of them shadowing her. She needed to know for herself, and mentally prepare to share the news with them. There was so much happening at once that she did not trust her own emotions.She had sent Greg to check on the refugees from Trayrock as he was most diplomatic and would work best with Abigail without usurping the she-wolf’s authority, and Tom and Dan to the witches, to investigate how they fared with the spell which provided the town power.The power was a concern she thought as the screen flickered again. The increased usage was straining the resource.She did not sigh. The ultrasound technician was nervous enough without Sigrid’s sighs.“There’s the head,” the ultrasound technician interrupted Sigrid’s thoughts, and she frowned at the screen as an oversized round orb became visible. “Little arms, and legs…” The tech murm
The Pack's Emissary Chapter Sixty-Four
Havermouth, Present TimeSigrid hung up and crossed to the glass doors. The air was fresh with greenery as she stepped out of the hospital into the courtyard. Delwyn led a meditation group amongst the plant life, cross-legged, eyes closed, and oblivious to the drama unfolding inside. As Sigrid crossed to stand at the rear of them, Delwyn’s eyes opened.“And awake,” she said soothingly. “Take your time to ground yourself in the present.” She rose fluidly to her own feet and wove between those still seated, in order to meet Sigrid. “Sigrid,” she inclined her head in greeting. “Do you seek me?”Sigrid turned and strolled a little way from those slowly rising from their mediation, knowing that Delwyn would follow her. “I did not know you were still here.”“I come, I go,” Delwyn replied. “Today I am here. Perhaps there is a reason for that, from the look upon your face?”“The Mer are invading the land,” Sigrid told her. “All the lands. I wondered… Did the Goddess speak to you of such a thi
The Pack's Emissary Check Mate
Trayrock, Present TimeAislen floated on her back, gazing up at a sky that twinkled with stars. None of the formations were familiar, but that did not concern her. She suspected she was seeing the sky from a totally different point of view. She was, after all, floating in aether. It was body warm, and silky against her skin, without being wet.Being suspended in it in such a way was incredibly soothing. She reasoned that was because she had entered the aether in a relaxed state, her body comfortably exhausted from a busy day and night followed by sex, and snuggled safely in bed between Talen and Rhett, with Heath and Cameron on the edges.She could float there until morning, she thought dreamily stroking her hands through its silky strands, blissfully content. But the question did remain: why had she entered the aether at all?Reluctantly, she sat up - if sitting were an accurate description as there was no surface in the aether against which to sit. And yet she did not sink. The aet
The Pack's Emissary Rhett’s Mission
Trayrock, Present TimeAislen fell through the aether and jerked awake, her legs kicking and her hands gripping onto the nearest man, causing them all to start, Cameron’s snoring broken off into an exclamation of alarm.“What the actual fuck?” Rhett had been the recipient of both the grip and the spasming kicks and blinked at her through the fall of his hair. Her fingernails clawed into his tattoos, drawing blood, the scent of it in the air, and wet beneath her fingertips.“Little Demon,” Talen’s hand rested on her shoulder, the palm warm. He smoothed from shoulder to elbow and back again. “You are safe. We are all safe.”She knew that he was right. They were in the surprisingly cosy makeshift bed, in a room heated by five sleeping bodies, and until her attack on Rhett, they had all been deeply in a much-needed sleep.“Sorry, Rhett,” she was embarrassed, releasing her hold on him. “I scratched you.”“It’s just a scratch,” he dismissed it. “My shins and balls are more upset. Were you p
The Pack's Emissary The Hospital Mission Begins
Trayrock, Present TimeThe bar was filled with the scent of bacon and eggs, and busy with all the reporters and their crews having brunch. Aislen’s stomach growled as she slid into the booth across from her mother. The Triquetra took the booth behind her, and Talen sat beside her.“You should eat,” Tiffany pushed a piece of paper across the table towards her with a simple menu written on it. “I can hear your stomach grumbling away.”“I don’t eat,” Aislen moved the menu out of the way. “I drink. And I will drink when I get the chance to sink my fangs into someone who looks tasty.”“Aislen Carter,” Tiffany scolded as her eyes flicked around them at the other diners. “Must you?”“Tell me what’s happening with the town?” Aislen prompted wanting to get it over and done with as soon as possible so that she and her mates could get out of the bar and on with their day. “What brought you here this morning?”“Oh my,” Tiffany leaned forward over the table eagerly. “So, the tea is that last night
The Pack's Emissary Follow My Lead
Trayrock, Present TimeIn the car park at the hospital, the two vehicles parked side by side and wound down the windows between them.Talen leaned his elbow on the open window. “So, how do you wish to play this, little demon?” He asked, looking at Aislen.There were two aspects to consider, Aislen thought. They wanted to give the reporters only good things to see from their side, and bad from the Van Helsings, so she didn’t want to expose them to any unprovoked violence by supernaturals. However, some violence would be needed in order to get into the hospital in the first place.“Nadia and Roger, with Cameron, Heath, Rhett, and Philip Salem are going to approach from the inside entrance to the hospital and see if they can get past the guards there through subterfuge,” Aislen decided. (Or violence) she thought to Heath very clearly, sliding him a look from the corner of her eye, and saw him nod slightly in acknowledgment.“Ember and Samuel will be above,” she squinted up at the sky. Sh
The Pack's Emissary Fake It Til You Make It
Trayrock, Present TimeThey moved forward with caution until the car park and the entrance to the main hospital building came into view. The Van Helsing presence was heavy, with four guards on the door, as well as pairs patrolling along the edges of the car park. Aislen could see another six at key points overlooking the road in.It made sense, she thought to herself. If the werewolf army or a civilian militia attacked in force, they would come from the road. They had obviously heard enough about what happened in Havermouth to be wary of that sort of full-frontal attack.The vehicles that entered from the road were stopped by a boom-gate into the car park which the Van Helsings used as a checkpoint. A second checkpoint was established at the mouth of the emergency services entrance, where ambulances once would have been taken in order to deposit their patients into the ED.Penn and Jacinta’s cameras took it all in.“I guess,” Aislen kept her voice low. “The first question that comes t
The Pack's Emissary Taking Prisoners
Narrigil, Present TimeThey had been waiting so long that Lyric’s legs had begun to get pins and needles. The Mer around her were so still and attentive that she had not felt that she could squirm or fidget in order to relieve it. She recalled reading about soldiers on ceremonial guard duty doing small muscle flexes and wriggling their toes in order to maintain circulation, and wondered if the Mer used such tricks.When the order came, it was out of the blue. A single word was spoken, heard in her helmet. She didn’t need translation – it was obvious. “Go.”Her group of Mer surged towards the wall. Some moved so quickly that Lyric was treated to a view of blood spraying as they carved up the guards on duty – the card players taken by such surprise that they had not even dropped their hands to the ground, and the cards drifted from lifeless fingers.The guards above were slow to respond, uncertain as to what they were seeing – a liquid-like ripple across the ground, until that splatter
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The Pack's Emissary If You Choose
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen was looking down at a chessboard. She was holding a little statuette of Verina in her hand. She shook as she set it down on her side of the board and looked up at the woman who sat across from her. This time, the handmaiden or goddess, whatever she was, wore gold. Not some cheap and tacky replica, or some misleading named yellow, but true gold.An elaborate metal headdress began on her forehead, framing her face and covering her hair, continuing from just below her chin to spread over her shoulders and down her chest. The dress was made of fine chain link that draped like material, clinging to her curvaceous body, before dripping away into the aether that crept around their feet. Her lips were painted gold, and so were her eyelids and eyebrows. Golden rings encircled her fingers, and her wrists and arms were heavy with bracelets and cuffs. The tips of her fingers were dipped in gold.She was magnificent and regal and there was a formality to the way tha
The Pack's Emissary Preparing for Leighton
Havermouth, Present TimeThe room stank. They could smell it the moment they started down the hallway. Old blood, rotten flesh, and rodents. Connery made a noise in the back of his throat and fished in his pockets producing a handkerchief and stuffing it full of herbs from a pouch. He held it out to Meguitte who smiled and shook her head ruefully. She had smelled this particular scent before, many times over the centuries, during plagues and in the dungeons where people were tortured and left to rot.“I guess it’s a good thing that no one has been here to clean up after Leighton, as the ward will be untouched,” Connery commented, his voice muffled by the handkerchief.Blow flies greeted them. The cages were empty, but no one had scrubbed the room, and there were buckets sticky with congealed blood, stains of it on the floors and walls, and other biological matter in the corners of the cages where the prisoners had relieved themselves. The room rustled with bugs as a result.“Hmm,” Meg
The Pack's Emissary Gera
Havermouth, Present Time“You’re doing great,” Heath was breathless. He and Rhett had run, dragging with them several screaming witches. They had been pursued, by Mer, by zombies, by the few Van Helsing soldiers who had survived, but they’d been able to put some distance between them with help from the dragons in the sky. It had been very weird to see the dragons sending bolts of lighting and fire to hold off pursuit. One of them had done something that had made the earth beneath Heath’s feet tremble with a clap of thunder that had his ears still ringing.The timing had been perfect. They’d headed towards Leighton’s warehouse, and just as he’d started to debate which warehouse was likely, the door of the Stock Feed and Animal Supplies warehouse had opened revealing Phillip Salem. When he’d entered and seen Aislen on her hands and knees in a clearing within the filthy warehouse, he had not known whether to be relieved or despairing. The warehouse was so precarious a place for his mate
The Pack's Emissary Birthing Suites
Havermouth, Present Time“Stella was anticipating that your mates would attack the ward,” Phillip commented mildly as he riffled through the cupboards. “I am curious to see what happened when she found Leighton instead of them. He did not seem happy.”“Leighton was there? Shit,” Aislen’s heart picked up pace. “We really don’t want him to find us, Phillip. We tried to turn him over to the Mer, but it failed. Verina died though, and Leighton’s pissed in a big way. He came to kill me.”“Possibly, or to steal the baby,” Phillip agreed indifferently inspecting a steak knife before returning it to the drawer. “I think you over value yourself, Aislen, and undervalue what you’re carrying.”“Gee, thanks. Hopefully, Stella took Leighton out,” Aislen added thoughtfully. “She was well set up there, with a massive coven behind her. However powerful Leighton is, I doubt he’s as powerful as them.”“That is true. But then, Stella will have discovered that you are not there, and will know that I betra
The Pack's Emissary The Spell Trap
Havermouth, Present Time“I’m fine, my darling, truly, cross my heart,” Connery pressed the heel of his hand to his chest earnestly. Meguitte narrowed her eyes at him with suspicion. He was still paler than normally, with shadows pressed deep into his under eyes.“Have a sandwich and a cup of tea,” the werewolf Diana insisted offering both from a tray. She was going around the lower floor exchanging food and drinks for blood, and Meguitte sent her a side-eye. “I won’t take his blood,” Diana added hastily. “I can see that he can’t spare it. Perhaps you could, though?”“Me?” Meguitte was astonished by the suggestion.“It won’t take more than ten minutes, and I’m very gentle, I promise.”“It’s not that,” Meguitte explained. “I’m just… not an ordinary vampire. I have none of their normal powers.”“All blood is good blood at the moment,” Diana had sensed surrender and was preparing the kit.Meguitte sat next to Connery and rolled up her sleeve.He smiled at her. “How generous you are my be
The Pack's Emissary The Fked Up, The Fkers, and the Fish
Havermouth, Present TimeRhett and Heath did not speak as they wound their way through the streets of Havermouth. There was little opportunity to talk, slinking through the shadows, down the little alleyways between houses, and cutting through back gardens, but there was also a heavy sense of silence between them so that Rhett knew that even if they had been able, they both would have been too lost in their thoughts. Or lost in their worries, would be more accurate.They had searched the area around the smoke thoroughly, even venturing into the still-burning buildings. There had been no sign of Aislen. And no response to their mental calls for their mate. An icy fist of dread had a tight grip on Rhett’s heart. Why was she not answering? She had to be unconscious or…They would know if she had died. He refused to believe otherwise.Had Leighton found her first? What would Leighton do if he had found Aislen? He still struggled to see Leighton as dangerous, whatever mental voodoo the man
The Pack's Emissary Sigrid and the Mer
Havermouth, Present TimeThere were some languages that were universal, Sigrid thought grimly as she examined the Mer weaponry and made sure that she was familiar with its function. She could tell from the way the Mer moved, from the set of their shoulders, that they were uneasy with the alliance between herself and Niarthen. Their tolerance was thin, and only their respect for Niarthen, and the other two Mer generals, Benethin and Aeylira, kept them obedient. The moment word was received from above that Havermouth was to be destroyed, her life was forfeit.“Do not fear,” Niarthen said quietly. “Aeylira, Benethin, Lyric, and I will ensure that you reach your mates. There is a building which has been declared sacred. Lyric thinks it’s the hospital. That is where your mates are, yes? You should be safe there.”“I am with child,” she told him. “Triplets. The life of four rests on your promise.”“I understand,” he was grim. “Lyric also carries our child.”“If the tide turns,” she regarded
The Pack's Emissary The Dragon’s Battle
Havermouth, Present TimeMagic was in its very nature an invisible thing. You did not see a spell cast, but rather the effects of the spell once it found its victim. Therefore, the warlock Leighton appeared to do very little other than stand with his hands pressed to the surface of the ward, the energy blowing back his hair and causing sweat to break out on his forehead, but Samuel could FEEL the power, and see the reaction of the ward, its opaque surface shifting like water, areas clearing so that the dragons caught brief glimpses of the witches below scurrying about like ants as they tried to reinforce their magic by scattering herbs and arcane objects, and drawing runes on the bitumen.Samuel’s memories of the gloves were still fragmented, but he could recall the power they had given him – not just increased speed, strength, and stamina, but also a magic that was unnatural to him. He could feel a similar magic burning through his veins towards his heart and brain, poisoning as it b
The Pack's Emissary Good Monsters
Havermouth, Present TimeIn the front yard of the witch’s house, Jules caught Harry’s hand, pulling them to a stop. “I should shift,” he explained as he released Harry’s hand and began to strip off his clothing. “We can fly over the trouble.”“Aren’t you the clever one, my beloved,” Harry reached out and began to collect Jules’s clothes as Jules undressed. Jules looked up from stripping off his jeans to find Harry’s eyes hot and his smirk smoldering, and laughed, pulled from the seriousness of the war around them into a moment of pure joy as they celebrated what existed between them.“Okay,” Jules blushed as he finished undressing. “A moment.”Harry stepped back onto the porch and Jules focused on his shift. It was still a foreign experience, one that his body and mind told him shouldn’t be possible despite his entire life as a werewolf. Becoming a werewolf was a redistribution of his body – what existed simply moved to a position more appropriate for the shape that he wished to posses
