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The Pack's Emissary Pointed Fingers
Trayrock, Present TimeThe werewolf soldiers checked ammunition while their leader counted heads and seemed satisfied with the tally. On the unspoken agreement of a group of werewolves used to moving as a pack, they all began to move along the road.Heath hung back.“You’re with us, Gale,” the she-wolf who’d pointed her gun at his head just minutes before gestured for him to fall in.“My mates are back there,” Heath told her. “I need to make sure that they’re okay.”“Mates eh?” She arched an eyebrow. “Most of us are content with one.”“Mhm,” he grimaced and started to turn back to the alleyway.“Uh-ah, Gale,” she rested her hand on her holster. “Number one, it’s too hot back that way. You go back and you’re taking your life in your hands. Number two, our pack leader is going to want to find out what a Havermouth wolf and his mates are doing in Trayrock during this war.”“Hmm,” Heath narrowed his eyes at her. “Your pack leader knows precisely why I’m here in Trayrock, soldier. That you
The Pack's Emissary Aislen FINALLY Gets What She’s After
Trayrock, Present Time“That was a very eventful night,” Talen commented as he paused by the back door where a smear of blood had dried black on the handle. “Hopefully it is at an end now.”“I should probably clean this shit up,” Rhett realized as they crossed bloody footprints on the ground. “Fuck.”“They probably have a bucket and mop behind the bar,” Aislen told him helpfully, smothering her grin at his dismay. “We’ll warm the bed up for you.”“You’d better,” he said as he entered the bar. His muttered curses were cut off by the door swinging closed behind him.“Fucking hell, he really did leave a mess behind,” Heath commented and started up the stairs, stepping around the footprints that Rhett had left. “What did he do? Bathe in blood?” He lifted his hand off the handrail to look at the smear of blood he’d collected on his fingertips. “Be careful, it’s still wet.” He sniffed at his hand.“What are you sniffing for?” Cameron slid him the side-eye. “It’s blood not crap.”“Zombie blo
The Pack's Emissary Waiting for the Ferry
Trayrock Ferry Crossing, Present TimeThe Mer vehicle travelled on an air-cushion which was far smoother and faster than traveling in a car, but also noisier due to the engine. Underwater, it was probably silent, Lyric thought as they whipped along the tarmac road, but above ground, she was glad that it traveled so swiftly as she was getting a headache. She couldn’t focus on the scenery as it blurred past them, and it did weird things to her stomach.They had been summoned to the return along river towards the mouth, but with the intention to cross to the other side at a ferry just down from Trayrock. Another Mer force working their way inland had come across an unusual installation in the small town set just below the beginning of the mountain range, and she and Niarthen were needed to consult on what was happening there.Niarthen had been thin on information as to why they were required, although the Mer who had come to speak with him had spoken for some time. Not understanding the
The Pack's Emissary Taste Testing
Havermouth, Present TimeThey were all staring. Meguitte could feel their eyes burning into her as she and Connery walked through the hospital hallways toward the area where blood donations were taken. Did they know that she had taken Bianca’s life during the night? Or did they stare because of the torture chamber?Connery acted as if nothing was wrong, and she wondered if it were in her head. If they were staring at all, or if she only felt as if they were staring.He wove his way through the seats, the trolleys of coffees and cookies being served to those who volunteered, to the glass door into the internal courtyard garden. There was a table set with a white lace tablecloth and a vase of flowers.“My darling,” Connery held her seat for her.“What is this?” She laughed at him in surprise.“A breakfast date,” he explained. “I have noticed that the later in the day it grows, the more chaotic. There is a direct correlation to the amount of light and how dramatic Havermouth behaves, it
The Pack's Emissary Leighton’s Pursuit of Blood
Havermouth, Present Time“Poor Harry,” Meguitte said as she and Connery watched as her vampire sibling and their mate crossed to their vehicle. It was one of the requisitioned NES vehicles, she noted. A sensible choice as it reduced the risk of them being stopped by the Van Helsings as they entered Trayrock.“Poor Jules,” Connery amended. “Imagine waking up with only a fraction of your memories. You can see it in his eyes that he feels utterly displaced. Harry has become the one solid, reliable thing in the world for him. It must be terrifying to have lost so much of yourself.”“I would not like it,” Meguitte agreed, distracted by watching as Harry and their mate got into their 4WD. Harry waved through the window as they pulled out and drove away. “I am worried about them going to Trayrock,” she admitted to herself.“Talen is there,” Connery reminded her, taking her hand and tucking it into the crook of his arm, turning them both into the hospital. They strolled through to the main co
The Pack's Emissary Camouflage
Narrigil, Present TimeThe Mer had closed in on the little town from the coastal side. Narrigil and the Van Helsings there had to know that an army was approaching – the sheer size of the Mer force made it impossible not to know, however, unlike on the other side of the river, there was little sign of devastation and destruction.The army was taking advantage of the wait in order to rest, repair, and eat, and Niarthen’s path wound through and around sleeping soldiers, cooking fires, and parked vehicles. He was greeted warmly by a large man whose silver armour held a band of color around one arm. They spoke in Mer as if they knew each other well and, unable to understand more than a word here and there, Lyric’s eyes wandered the soldiers around them.They were being watched by the Mer soldiers around them – some openly, others discretely. Lyric tried to interpret the expressions of those watching hoping to gain some insight into the conversation between Niarthen and the other man, but
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
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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
