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Three Sets of Gloves
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The Pack's Emissary A Frank Discussion With Stella
Havermouth, Present Time“We are here to help,” Stella said. “We have prepared everything that you need, Aislen. This premise is secured. Nothing can get in, and nothing can get out without us knowing, and our people are prepared. You do not need to worry about anything beyond this room. All you need to do is listen to your body and birth this baby.”“Chained to the floor,” Aislen said through her teeth.“A safety measure, that is all.”“I need my mates,” Aislen pointed out. “The fathers should be here. And there’s a war going on outside. Leighton has gone nuclear, the Van Helsings have worked out how to control the zombies, and the Mer army is fighting them in the streets.”“All of which does not concern you,” Stella smiled. “This baby is coming Aislen. You cannot be roaming the streets and fighting whilst in labor. Your job right now is this, and only this – giving life, and continuing the blood line of the Mother Goddess.”“Argh,” Aislen growled in response, eloquence stolen by anot
The Pack's Emissary Putting On The Gloves
Havermouth, Present Time“Before we put these on,” Samuel looked at the gloves. “Ember and Toby, you should have some blood. If you would not mind?” He looked at Jules and Harry. “I don’t want to weaken myself donating before putting the gloves on, but if Jules could donate to them both, and perhaps drink from one of the witches to renew his strength…?”Harry looked dubious, but Jules stepped forward. “It makes sense, my love,” he said to Harry. “Both Ember and Toby are, well,” he grimaced apologetically at the two. “A little worse for the wear. A bit of blood should help improve their strength, and these gloves seem like a pretty raw deal…”“Okay,” Harry ceded reluctantly. “I guess I can see the sense behind it. I’ll go find you someone to eat afterward, however,” they stepped out into the hallway.Jules sat on the bed at Ember’s knees and patted the bed beside him. “Sit down Toby.”“Shit,” Toby sighed heavily but crossed to sit on the mattress beside him. “I hate this sort of shit.”
The Pack's Emissary The Mer Betrayal
Havermouth, Present TimeThe smoke was chaos. There were more zombies, not less, this time through, as if they’d been leaking in from all directions whilst Heath and Rhett had been interrogated by Benethin and Aeylira on the other side of the smoke.Even with an army of Mer soldiers around them, it seemed that every few steps in the smoke, Rhett encountered a new zombie, or occasionally a desperate Van Helsing soldier, injured by the Mer and then savaged by his own zombie troop. Rhett crushed and mangled them, not caring if they were Van Helsing or zombie, just over the whole thing, and trying to ignore the fact that some of the zombies were still people enough to plead before they died.“Rhett Salem,” Abigail’s voice was weak, but he knew it. He stopped immediately, causing Heath to almost walk into him. “Heath Gale.”“Shit,” Rhett changed direction, not missing that several Mer followed. He and Heath weren’t in chains or cuffs, but they were far from free. The Mer were keeping them
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The Pack's Emissary Phillip Salem
Havermouth, Present Time“No, no, you’re perfectly on time,” Stella replied warmly. “We have just settled Aislen in, and we’re expecting – Ah,” she broke off as there was a dull “boom!” that echoed through the Megastore. Aislen could hear voices, raised in alarm. “Our guests have arrived. If you will excuse me,” she hurried out. Two of the senior witches went with her, whilst two more remained behind to assist the midwife and Ethan with Aislen.As Phillip’s eyes came to Aislen, she realized that her robe had fallen open and tugged it back together around her glaring at him. “I guess you were part of this plan all along,” she accused him. “Stealing my baby.”“Stella and I have always had certain goals that aligned, and others that did not,” Phillip replied. “I sought to secure pack leadership for my family. Whether that pack leader role was held by myself, my son, or my grandchild, I did not mind. At first, I thought of securing the position through Rhett joining the Triquetra. Then wh
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Havermouth, Present TimeToby was brand new to being a dragon and did not even know the basics of shifting. He had transformed once into a dragon and had not left the ground when he had done so. The gloves meant that a full transformation was not possible, and so even that little experience in shifting was useless.It was necessary therefore, before they could take off and fight for the Emissary, to teach Toby to open his wings, and to take off. They took the man out through the witch’s kitchen, to the rear yard and there, Ember set about trying to teach Toby something that came instinctual to their kind.Samuel left the instructions to Ember knowing that she was better at such things, and stood guard, in case the witch’s ward failed, and a zombie or Mer soldier made it onto the property. Ember had succeeded in getting Toby to open his wings, and the delighted man stood opening and closing them whilst craning his head to look over his shoulder to see where they went."And suddenly my
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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
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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
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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
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The Pack's Emissary The Dragon’s Battle
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The Pack's Emissary Good Monsters
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