Havermouth, Present TimeAs Sigrid reached the street, she heard screaming. She broke into a run and arrived at the edge of the bridge, where the dragon had landed, at the same time as a half dozen werewolf soldiers. Civilians, caught by surprise and with the very natural reaction of panicked fear by a dragon landing in their midst, cowered back against the shopfronts.“Stand down!” Sigrid yelled as she came to a stop between the soldiers and the furred dragon. She held out her hands, palm forwards. “Stand down, soldiers. This an ally.”“It’s a fucking giant winged wolf,” one of them yelled back. “What the actual fuck?”“It’s Jules Edison,” she told them firmly. “A hybrid.”She felt the current of air moving and the familiar pull of her mates and was not surprised when they ran down the street, a blur too fast for the humans to see, coming to a standstill before her.“Please don’t point your guns at our pregnant mate,” Greg’s polite request was belied by the tightness in his tone and
Just Outside of Havermouth, Present TimeIn hindsight, it was a relief not to have to carry anyone Aislen thought as they took another break, and she braced her hand in the small of her back trying to counter-balance her stomach. Supernatural hybrid or not, running whilst pregnant was no joke and she was struggling to keep up with her mates.The reporters, despite not physically exerting themselves at all in the process, were exhausted from the way they collapsed onto the ground. “It’s like jetlag,” Aislen heard Addison say to Jacinta. “With a side of wind-burn.”“Great for volumizing the hair though,” Jacinta joked as she tried to tame hers back into place.Rhett lit a cigarette crumpling the packet in his hand. “Want to share?” He offered it to Cameron.“No, you have it,” Cameron declined, knowing that Rhett didn’t really want to share, but was still trying to get on Cameron’s good side. Cameron wasn’t in the mood for cigarette’s anyway, his eyes on the sky searching for his father.
Havermouth, Present TimeFor a moment, Aislen’s eyes missed the changes to the main street. She had become used to seeing the town in a state of damage and disrepair. With the Van Helsing invasion, buildings damaged by the storm had never completely been restored to their original states, and windows were still boarded up, and rooves roughly patched – practical rather than aesthetically pleasing repairs. The battle against the Van Helsings had added bullet holes to walls, scorch patches, burnt-out buildings, and stains on the tarmac that were most likely blood, but everyone pretended not to notice.Before they had left for Rideten, the town had been busy, with the civilians taking advantage of being freed to go out after being restricted to their houses for so long, and all pitching in to try to get the town back on its feet. In the aftermath of the disaster, there had been a community spirit which had lead to volunteerism, charity, and sharing of resources. It had felt hopeful, if al
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen was aware of the civilian speculation as her mates joined the huddle with Meguitte, Connery, Leighton, and Sigrid. The nine of them standing by the bridge, overlooking the river, stood out, especially after the dragons’ comings and goings, and she could feel the speculations of those working on emptying the buildings. Most viewed the arrival of Aislen and her mates and the gathering with Sigrid, Meguitte, Connery, and Leighton as ill-tidings. They weren’t wrong.“Meguitte, Connery, and Leighton - ” Talen started to explain the efforts to fix the river.“It’s a good idea,” Aislen said to Meguitte, preventing Talen from having to repeat what she already knew. “And you’re right. It’s better to be doing something, rather than nothing.”“It is,” Meguitte replied, blushing. (After the cuffs, I was being overly cautious. I had lost some confidence in my abilities. Indecision and fear of doing the wrong thing was paralytic. This may not work, but that’s okay. N
Havermouth, Present TimeIt was decided that Aislen would fly to the river house on Samuel. Her mates would extend the invitations to their guests and then follow either on foot or in vehicles. She knew from Talen and Heath’s thoughts that this was partially planned in order to speak with Sigrid alone, sheltering Aislen from the information. She had her own plans, and so pretended not to have caught their subterfuge, and climbed on board Samuel without protest.As Samuel took off, Aislen caught a glimpse of Meguitte, Leighton, and Connery along the riverbank further down from the bridge. They had quickly made themselves scarce, but obviously continued the conversation away from the rest of the group, in the privacy of the riverbank’s undergrowth, as they were huddled together in an intense conversation from their body language. The trio looked up as the dragon’s shadow passed over them.What was she going to do about them? She asked herself in bitter despair. Stella was right in so
Havermouth, Present TimeNiarthen shifted on the mat, his eyes going out over the camp. He wanted the end of the war as much as Aislen did. He felt responsible for starting it. It had been his report of what he had seen and experienced in the river that had set the war into motion, and at the time he had believed it was the right thing to do, and entirely necessary. He had even been a little excited to be part of implementing the event that generations of Mer had carefully planned and that had been spoken of almost reverently his entire life.He had served his people over the years to the best of his ability, and at times that service had involved bloodshed. He was known and respected for taking violent action when it was needed, but always only when it was absolutely necessary, and with efficiency.It was why he was trusted with the coastal patrols. The hierarchy of the Mer trusted his judgment and that he would take the necessary action if there was a human encounter. He had taken t
Havermouth, Present TimeSamuel landed in the paddock next to the river house, scattering the sheep. Aislen slid off his back and stood regarding the sheep speculatively as he shifted. “What do sheep taste like?” She asked him. “Are they watery like rabbit?”“They’re not bad, actually,” Samuel considered the flock who pressed against the far fence. “Your mate might take exception to us eating his livelihood, however.”“Well, he might have been the one who put this in me,” she shoved her belly out. “And this baby is saying it wants sheep blood. So, I say, fair is fair. Let’s hunt, Samuel.” If Cameron was home and saw, and had something to say about it, she was sure he’d come out before either of them managed to catch one of the sheep.She leaned down and tore a handful of weeds from the ground. “Here, sheep-sheep…”The sheep were skittish due to just having had a dragon land in their field, but they were also accustomed to being fed by hand, so curiosity gradually drew them away from t
Havermouth, Present TimeTalen took his time shampooing and then conditioning Aislen’s hair, using his fingers to comb the conditioner through and picking out little bits of debris, lining them up on the edge of the vanity like a record of Aislen’s travels.“There’s a ladybug somewhere,” Aislen was lulled almost to sleep. “You can add it to your hair trophies if you find it.”“You’re just randomly keeping bugs in your hair now?” Rhett asked from the bathroom door. His arms were filled with products, and he emptied them out onto the vanity. “Or are you practicing for when the kids bring home headlice?”“Oh my gawd,” Aislen gaped at him. “Headlice.”“Yeah, it’s totally a thing,” he told her. “I get a lot of mummies in for tattoos, and they tend to do it in pairs or small groups. It’s like a bonding thing. They sit, I tattoo them, they talk to each other. Stuff like little Jenny Junior brought home headlice for the fifth time this year and now the mummy-getting-Jenny’s name tattooed with