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The Pack's Emissary Big Spoon Little Spoon
Havermouth, Present Time“Sigrid, understandably perhaps considering everything that has been going on, appears to have forgotten her promise to supply me with Jules’ blood,” Leighton replied easily as he wrote on the label of a jar already filled with the red liquid. “And Jules was in Havermouth so fleetingly that I did not have a chance to get my equipment together for the collection before he’d vanished again. I drove out this morning in case I managed to track him down, and I did,” he smiled pleasantly at Jules.“I think that’s enough blood,” Harry said from the couch. “You will leave my beloved dehydrated and weak.”“I should have enough with this second jar,” Leighton assured them. “I have been greedy,” he admitted. “And taken more than I normally would, but in the circumstances, I’m sure you can understand why,” he said to Jules directly.“In case I get killed?” Jules arched an eyebrow. “I don’t intend on dying.”“Good,” Leighton eased the needle from Jules’ arm and pressed a s
The Pack's Emissary Morning Glory
Havermouth, Present Time“Why in all that’s hellish?” Rhett complained into his pillow when Cameron crawled over him, seeking freedom from the bed.“Shhh,” Cameron whispered. “I’m just going to get some work done.”“Just go,” Rhett’s mutters were slurred as he slipped back into slumber.Aislen was warmly tucked into Talen’s chest and felt as if she registered the exchange from a deep, soft cocoon of sleep that was not yet ready to release her. She drifted off into dream. In it she watched from one side of the river as a young woman began to undress. The dream was so vivid that she could feel the bark of the tree that she leaned against under her palm, she could smell the leaves crushed beneath her boots and feel the wet heat of the afternoon on her skin.The woman removed the cap that covered her hair, and then unwound the coronet of braids, weaving her fingers through the strands until she was cloaked in gold. As she waded into the water, her hair spreading over the surface and the
The Pack's Emissary A Perfect Morning
Havermouth, Present TimeThe door to Heath’s office was open and Aislen paused, leaning against the door frame and watching as Heath busied himself with paperwork. He wore a creamy white knit jumper and grey slacks, and his slightly overgrown hair had been styled back from his face. He looked up and smiled at her.“What?” He asked. “Did you need help with your shoes?”“Yes, but also, you’re very casually a lawyer today,” she observed. “I don’t think I’ve seen you pulling off this look recently. It’s been more rolled in a ditch while someone was shooting at me, than generational wealth.”“I’m not sure which description is more insulting,” he chuckled and pushed back his chair. “Come here then and I’ll help you with your shoes.”She rounded the desk and wriggled her bum up onto the polished surface before placing a foot on the chair seat between the spread of his thighs. His hands stroked down her calf to her ankle lifting her foot and placing it on his thigh, almost on his cock. She wr
The Pack's Emissary Compromises and Escapes
Havermouth, Present TimeNiarthen’s meeting took place within the vehicle that they had travelled in. A portion of the dashboard functioned as a screen, and showed an ornate meeting room, the walls curved and smooth but layered like the inside of a shell, and softly iridescent. The seats were stepped into the floor, and male and female Mer in beautifully draped cloth and elaborate jewellery, sat solemnly as Niarthen began to speak.Although she did not understand much of the conversation between Niarthen and the panel of serious-looking Mer that he spoke to, she could pick out the names of Aislen, her mates, and Leighton when they were spoken. From the frequency of their names, she guessed that Niarthen was relaying the events of the previous day, and the story regarding the origin of the water pollution.As the meeting progressed and the Mer on the other side of the screen began to speak more and more, and mostly amongst themselves, with Niarthen occasionally interjecting, Lyric coul
The Pack's Emissary Premonitions Coming True
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen dragged her feet through the morning. Waking up had seemed too hard as if she were dragging herself to the surface of a very deep, dark, warm pool of aether. The men had left her to sleep, and she hadn’t even noticed them leave, though now that she was awake, the house seemed quiet and empty of scent.The second, she attributed to Meguitte and Connery ending their two-day spell brewing spree. Heath had been pleased with how clean they’d left the kitchen. Talen had been less pleased that Meguitte insisted on being nearby during the battle. He had spoken with Sigrid, who had concerns that Meguitte would lose control and set the town on fire, and he had hoped to avoid that by encouraging Meguitte to help at the hospital, or somewhere away from the main streets of the town.As she made her way down the hallway to the bedroom that she was sharing with Talen, her body felt heavy, most particularly her stomach, and the baby seemed determine to press down on he
The Pack's Emissary Luring Leighton
Havermouth, Present TimeSigrid heard from Talen that he and his mates were making their way from the house by the river and steeled herself for her next move. She left Abigail and her mates attempting to prepare for the Mer arrival and went to begin their betrayal.To her surprise, as she reached the hospital, Greg caught up with her. “You did not think we would leave this to you alone?” He asked mildly as he fell into step, and they walked together to the doors. “We all know that he is dangerous.”“I am not sure yet how to play this,” she admitted. “I am hoping that inspiration will strike in the moment.”“I am sure that you will handle it magnificently,” he put his hand on her waist, connecting them, and preventing them from becoming separated as the hallway was busy with people preparing for the casualties of battle.They were greeted as they passed through, and Sigrid was stopped several times to give direction and updates.“Soon,” she answered when asked when the Mer would arriv
The Pack's Emissary The End of The World
Havermouth, Present Time“This is going to be close,” Connery murmured as he painted the last lines of the rune. “And we’d better hope that this works.”“Just as a backup, though, right?” Meguitte watched through the window as Sigrid led Leighton and Verina across the street.“We’ll see what the Mer have in their magic bag, first,” Connery agreed. “This is just in case they fail to deliver. I’m reluctant to use it for multiple reasons, as you know.”She did. For starters, they weren’t confident at all about the runes used. Rather than replicate Leighton’s spell precisely, without knowing what the runes they weren’t familiar with did, they had decided to try to substitute the more commonly known runes that they believed shared commonalities with Leighton’s mysterious ones, and that would make sense in the usage.Secondly, in order to hide the runes from Leighton, they’d had to space them fairly wide and disguise them in the scenery. The bigger the circle, the more space between runes,
The Pack's Emissary Dragons Don’t’ Fit In Bunkers
Havermouth, Present TimeThe Salem’s bunker was cunningly hidden behind a wine rack in the cellar. The stairs down to the cellar were a tight metal spiral designed to make the most of a space made tight due to the repurposing of the majority of it to safe accommodation for two during a war. Anne Mason struggled with the steep, tight, descent, but held onto her dignity as tightly as she did the handrail until she’d reached the ground, squeezing past Jules and through the opened door, to the reinforced space where Lauren and the two children were exploring the cupboards.“No, thanks, but if grandma can make it down, so can I,” Toby declined Harry’s offer of help. “The stomach muscles are on the mend,” he added as he took the descent one stair at a time. “It’s my head that’s the problem. My brain still thinks that there’s a major wound there and tells me I can’t move properly.”“It will take time to recover,” Jules said with empathy wriggling his fingers in demonstration. “And some wound
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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
