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The Pack's Emissary A Third Surprise
Havermouth, Present Time“Fucking hell,” Dan whistled under his breath as he pulled the door shut to the laboratory. “Just when I think I’ve seen it all.” He shook his head ruefully amused by the three eccentric magic users who had smothered their giggles and settled peacefully on the floor.“Hallucinogenics have been used throughout history by sages, mages, and those who seek to foresee the future,” Sigrid replied primly. She was not surprised by the giggles, nor their quick transition from laughter into the stillness of meditation She had attended and participated in many witch circles with Meguitte in the past, which usually began the same way – though with less clothing.“They looked like they were having fun,” Dan smirked. “We could use some fun.”“Not this sort of fun,” Greg replied crisply dismissing the suggestion.“Spoilsport.” But there were no hard feelings behind the words.“You probably cannot consume this anyway,” Sigrid passed Greg two of the jars and opened the third.
The Pack's Emissary RUN
Trayrock, Present TimeToby lay on the bed, surrounded by rolled-up towels. Aislen could see why the dragons had done so as there was a steady seep of blood and other things from his stomach. A discarded hospital sheet tangled around her feet as she entered, its starched white stained with rings of red and brown.Samuel entered through the bedroom door as Aislen approached the bed. “He is losing a lot of blood and other fluids,” he said as he crossed to the bed. He held a bowl filled with steaming water and rags. “I understand that Cameron gave him some blood before giving him to me, but it was obviously not enough for such a wound.”“Shit,” Aislen whispered and eased onto the bed next to Toby. She stroked his hair back from his forehead. His skin was waxy, and pale, and clammy to the touch and his eyes appeared to have sunk into his skull. She could smell the sickness of the injury on him, a mix of raw meat, blood, and… “I can smell shit.”“Yes, I believe his bowel has been punctured
The Pack's Emissary The Mer Invade Trayrock
Trayrock, Present TimeCameron didn’t have a plan as to where he was going. Just away. He needed to leave before he exploded. It was too much, all at once. His family home had been attacked, his father and his mate had almost died, and Cameron’s mates had kept that news from him. They would still be keeping that secret if Jules and Harry hadn’t come to Trayrock after Cameron. The betrayal was so great and his rage so white-hot that Cameron couldn’t even start to think clearly.He leaped the balcony, landing hard, the sting shooting up his calves, and strode down the road. Walking fast was not fast enough and after a moment, he broke into a trot, and then a run, moving beyond human pace into that of a hybrid. He followed the roads along the riverbank, through twists and turns where the road moved away from the water, and then back again. The houses and the make-shift barricade blurring on either side of him, until all he saw was the road in front of him and all he heard was the pounding
The Pack's Emissary Visions of the Past and Future
Havermouth, Present TimeSigrid trailed her hands along the walls as she drifted her way out of the hospital. Every now and again, she would touch something, and she would catch a moment of past violence from when the Van Helsings had occupied the hospital.“Zombies and Van Helsings,” she complained to Tom who followed directly behind her, so close that he almost trod upon her heels, his hands on her waist as if he did not trust her to walk in a straight line without falling. “Useless. I need to see the future and not the past.”“Don’t even think about it,” Greg told her as they stepped out into the car park.“Mmm,” she grimaced at him but did not push the subject as just then, her hand brushed over the top of a bollard and she saw the field of white tents that had been there with the Van Helsings. “Past,” she dismissed the vision irritably. “I need to see the future.”“You can keep complaining about it,” Tom said slightly smugly. “But we don’t control your power, nor you, apparently.
The Pack's Emissary The Witch’s Preparations
Havermouth, Present Time“Here,” Sigrid said as they made their way towards the MegaStore. “This should be one of the points.”“What points?” Tom asked. He exchanged a look with Dan however who noted it down on a map of the town that he pulled up on his phone.“We will have to walk in the other directions. I think,” Sigrid twisted looking around her. “Yes. They come from two, maybe three directions. It’s hard to tell whether they approach that way or split off when they get here. I guess it does not matter, the result is the same, they squeeze the town in like a fist. They are hunters, used to controlling schools of fish in the water. They think of all directions that the people can go and attack simultaneously from above, below, and all sides. They use the river as a barrier here, knowing we cannot flee into it.”“So, what is this point for?” Greg prompted.“We don’t want to be hostile, in case there is a peaceful resolution that we can make,” Sigrid looked up at a tall tree, and the
The Pack's Emissary A Revealing Conversation With Stella
Havermouth, Present TimeInside the warehouse had undergone extensive renovation, with the removal of the majority of the shelving units the space was vacuous, echoing, and intimidatingly large. To the rear, the remaining shelving units were being arranged to frame in a smaller area for sleeping screened for privacy by stacked cardboard boxes.“Isn't it interesting that the things that were left behind, considered valueless to people at the moment, are the same things that had the highest price tags and that people dreamed about owning before?” Stella watched Sigrid’s face as she looked around the warehouse. “The TVs, the computers, the expensive headphones, tablets, printers. The fancy kitchen appliances and smart home systems. They're all still here, untouched, whilst the cheaper things, the cans of soup and veg, the socks, the sanitary napkins and band-aids - they're all gone. Now the curved screen TVs are more valued for the cardboard boxes they're packed in than the device itself.
The Pack's Emissary Leighton and Meguitte Talk Aether
Havermouth, Present TimeThe aether was always unpredictable. Sometimes Meguitte would find herself swimming through a silver sea, at other times she would float through a sky of shimmering threads. There had been times when the aether was completely dark, and she relied upon her other senses to guide her. It was a non-physical plane of existence and one that in theory should hold no threat to those who passed through it – provided that they did pass through it and did not lose connection with their physical selves. The only time she had ever encountered someone in the aether had been when she’d been casting with them – as she was now.She was not surprised when Leighton joined her, but Connery did not. Whilst he was a skilled magic user and could access the aether, he wielded the magic as a tool, rather than it being part of who he was. Even under the effects of the hallucinogenic, Connery would not surrender control enough to astrally travel into the aether, but rather he reached fo
The Pack's Emissary Losing Tiff
Trayrock, Present TimeThey were not the only people who realized that the roads were blocked with cars, and that the only way out was on foot. The 4WD shook with the press of bodies around them as the people of Trayrock abandoned their cars and ran. Twice Aislen saw Heath struggle to open the door, the desperate people on the other side shoving it closed so as not to be slowed by it. Finally, Heath forced the door open knocking someone over, and stepped out, dragging a startled Phillip Salem out with him.The roof pinged with items falling from above as there was another explosion from the city spraying debris like rain. The sky was so thick with smoke that it was as if night had fallen early. The streetlights tried to light but flickered under the power surges caused by the buildings collapsing.Aislen looked at the child she held. Boy, she decided mostly by the length of the lush dark curls and the train on the t-shirt, but she didn’t want to assume. She pulled back the collar of i
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