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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
The Pack's Emissary Fire Alarms and Gun Shots
Trayrock, Present TimeThe double doors into the hallway of the main hospital were closed and guarded by two stern-looking guards who were already having a bad day. A crowd of locals were facing off against them, their faces angry and their words getting heated.“Hang back a moment,” Heath murmured to them before drifting over to where a volunteer tea and coffee station was set up, the elderly volunteers with their striped aprons hanging on every word spoken at the entrance. “Coffee?” He asked the lady holding the pot, taking out a paper cup.“Of course, dear,” she poured without looking at him, her attention locked on the argument at the door. “Would you like cream and sugar with that?”“No thanks,” Heath couldn’t drink it anyway, but he mimed doing so, watching the doorway.“Our staff have been on duty for weeks without respite in there,” a man jabbed his finger towards the door. “That is illegal and inhumane. They are running short of medication, scrubs, and linens, basic supplies,
The Pack's Emissary Broken Bones
Trayrock, Present TimeTalen’s phone vibrated in his pocket a second before it began to ring, the sound cheerfully chirping out into the tenseness of the confrontation. “Excuse me,” Talen grimaced as he slid his phone out and checked the display. Sigrid. “I’m afraid I must take this,” he said to his mates as he side-stepped back in the direction they had come.He trusted his mates had the situation under control for the time being, but he would at least guard their back whilst he spoke with Sigrid, who would not have called him unless it was necessary.“Sigrid?” He answered the phone.“Thaelen,” she slipped into Concordian. “I am sorry to interrupt you. Are you in a position to speak?”“I am in the middle of a raid on the Trayrock hospital, but it is currently peaceful,” he replied. As much as the situation could be, he acknowledged to himself. “Speak.”“I am assuming you have seen the news reports of the invaders?”“Yes. It has been a very busy twenty-four hours, and I have not had t
The Pack's Emissary Gas Bubbles
Trayrock, Present Time“You know your mum didn’t come to the pub to have breakfast and gossip, don’t you?” Cameron told Aislen as they took the stairs up to the second level. He kept his voice low so that it didn’t echo off the concrete of the stairwell, though the shuffle of feet behind them as the humans who followed them came to a standstill watching as Heath creaked open the door all but muffled his words.“All clear,” Heath decided. “But keep them back here while I check the hallway.” He slipped through the opening and Cameron caught the door with his hand, holding it open while they watched as Heath crept from door to door. He paused at one, looked back at them, and pointed to the door indicating someone inside before moving on.“I know what you’re thinking,” Aislen was amused she told herself, although there was an underlying pain beneath the humour. “Literally. That she came because she wants to see me. I doubt it. You know, I was in Rideten for years, and she never came and s
The Pack's Emissary Jealousy
Narrigil, Present TimeThe sports field was an open-air version of the cages in which the Van Helsings had placed Lyric and Niarthen in Havermouth. The only shelter the occupants received from the sun and the weather was a thin sheet of tarpaulin spread as a roof above them. Some had managed to tear and pull the sheet into their cage and used it as a blanket, or privacy shield. And from that, and the general stench, Lyric knew that they had been there for some time.The occupants of the cages were werewolves and vampires in the majority, but also humans. As they made their way through the walkways between the rows of cages, one of the Mer spoke sharply to Niarthen, who stopped and turned to Lyric.“We are told to be wary of those in the cages. They are not right.”“Not right,” Lyric repeated. “Do they mean zombie?” She ran her eye over a woman who watched her through the bar. The woman looked normal, except for the way she stared at them. There were no obvious wounds to show that she
The Pack's Emissary A New Direction
Narrigil, Present TimeThe Mer had placed Father Isaiah in one of his own cages, between a pair of very angry werewolves. As they approached, with Father Isaiah distracted, the werewolf behind him whipped out his cock, took aim, and pissed on the Van Helsing. As soon as he felt and smelt the piss, Father Isaiah danced back and narrowly avoided the reaching grasp of the werewolf on the other side.“Fuck! Fuck!” Father Isaiah cursed angrily. “Fucking animals.”“Oh dear,” Lyric pouted her bottom lip at him. “That sucks. Poor you.”“Hmm,” he narrowed his eyes at her. “You are every bit your father’s daughter.”“I suspect that you were the reason my father was the way he was,” she replied. “Therefore, you’re responsible for how I am as well. You scared the shit out of him, you and this organization of yours, the Order of the Nexsis, the Van Helsings.”“He had no reason to fear us,” Father Isaiah replied. “He was human.”“And you just want to kill and enslave everyone else?” She arched an e
The Pack's Emissary Fight or Die
Havermouth, Present TimeStella was not answering. The phone rang and rang and rang into a void of inaction.Sigrid sighed in irritation as she strode along the street towards the railway station that disguised the werewolf bunker. Her Triquetra had not made it to meet her at the hospital, diverted instead by the “situation” at the bunker – an urgent conference called by the pack leaders of the local area.There was a telephone meeting taking place with the werewolf pack leaders of several towns, and she had agreed with Greg when he’d called her to explain, that letting Abigail, Rohan, and the Triquetra break the ice first would make the pack leaders more receptive to her joining.She had yet to find an opportunity to speak to her Triquetra regarding her pregnancy. It needed to be the right place and time for such a conversation and life was refusing to provide her with that opportunity.The looks she received as she made her way through the bunker were decidedly less hostile, she tho
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