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
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
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
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
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
Havermouth, Present TimeTears streamed down Harry‘s face as they rose to their feet. They ran their hands over the lush hide of the weredragon. It was precisely the colour of Jules’ hair. Harry draped their body over the dragon’s chest, pressing their ear to the hide, celebrating the steady beat and rise and fall of the ribs. Alive. Gloriously alive. And they could feel the tie of their mate bond twining them together. With their eyes closed, Jules was a glow within the darkness.“Oh Jules, Jules, Jules…” They wept the words, stroking and luxuriating in the living creature that surrounded them with its bulk. It did not matter in the slightest that this Jules was not as Jules had been before… Harry’s most fervent wish had been granted and they had their mate back. “I knew it,” they whispered pressing kisses into the fur as they moved along the length of the dragon towards its head. “I knew that you were not gone.”They stroked over the dragon’s snout and pressed a kiss between his nos
Rideten, Present TimeAislen grinned. “Is that right, Mr Wolf?” She purred stalking him over to the bed. “If I get it, I get to do whatever I like with it?”Cameron’s lips curled in a smirk. “No. But I will do something you like with it.”“Promises, promises,” she lunged for him, and he sidestepped so that she landed face-down on the mattress, before pinning her there with his body, his hands slowly drawing her hands up and holding them down to either side of her head whilst he nuzzled under the tangled sprawl of her wet curls to nibble along her shoulder and neck as her giggles gave way to soft moans as she closed her eyes and surrendered to his seduction.He nudged her legs apart and her knees onto the edge of the mattress, lifting her hips from the mattress so that he could rub his cock against her cunt in a slow, hot tease whilst his teeth pricked little bloodspots along her neck, his tongue soothing away the little sting each time as it captured the droplets.She could feel the s
Rideten, Present TimeThe water was all but cold, but Talen had bathed in worse – recently, in fact, during the troubles in Havermouth. He scrubbed himself with a washcloth, rubbing away the sticky blood. A rhythmic thudding started against the wall behind him, causing him to pause and grin. It sounded like Cameron was putting some force into it, he thought amused and absently reached down to cup his cock, already hard at the thought.He turned off the water, deciding to join them. As he briskly dried himself, his phone began to ring from where he had set it on the vanity. Fatima’s number flashed onto the screen. He raised his eyebrows and answered it. “Fatima.”“Talen,” she was breathless and her voice tense. “They did it. They actually did it. Jules is alive.”Talen almost dropped the phone in surprise. “He is?”“Yes. He’s not quite… He’s very disorientated, but Harry’s looking after him. But he’s alive.”Talen braced his palm against the cold stone of the vanity, relief flooding th