Havermouth, Two Weeks Before“We don’t know who gave the order,” Heath explained to Morgana sliding a look at Talen, who raised his eyebrows, offering nothing in return.Talen did not know, but he trusted Tony to find out.During his time away from the hospital Talen had returned to Morgana’s house by the rather round-about route of one of the shops in the main street, purchasing a new top and change of underwear and socks. He had fed from Tyler, in between answering his friend’s many, many questions, and listening to him recount his adventures answering Morgana’s door in Talen’s absence, before showering and dressing in the slightly too-tight clothing, and he had called Tony.“Talen,” Tony had answered on the third ring. In the background, Talen heard machinery and placed his friend and manager on site at Zeus. “How is your mate?”“She is still unconscious, although they hope she will soon awake. How does your investigation go?”“I am close,” Tony replied. “I feel like I should chang
Havermouth, Two Weeks Before Rhett felt his cheeks heat, and he slid Talen a look from the corner of his eye. The vampire wasn’t wrong, Rhett was only just holding himself together, he acknowledged to himself, but he’d hoped that he was less transparent about it than Talen’s manoeuvring implied. The minimal sleep of the night was not combatted by the coffee he’d consumed that morning, and the combination had left him jittery and wound tight. He wanted to pick Aislen up, take her home to his bed, and just hold her in the safety of his space for a week or more. He knew it was werewolf instinct to take his wounded mate to the den and keep her safe whilst she healed but knowing that didn’t help him control it. Cameron stepped into the space left by Heath and pressed his face into Aislen’s hair, filling his lungs with her scent, his hand closing on her shoulder. “I probably stink,” Aislen was embarrassed. “You smell like antiseptic and sickness, but under it you smell like ours,” Camer
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeCameron slept like the dead and woke late in the morning drooling into Heath’s chest hair. His mate was awake, lying on his back, his fingers stroking slowly through Cameron’s hair whilst his eyes were locked on the ceiling.“Did you sleep?” Cameron wondered.“A bit,” Heath bowed his head and pressed a kiss to Cameron’s forehead. “Time to get up. I want to go back and…”“See how Aislen’s doing,” Cameron finished for him, already rolling out of the bed.“Yeah,” Heath pulled the covers back into place as Cameron went into the bathroom. By the time Cameron came out, Heath had left the room, with the perfectly made bed the only sign that he’d ever been there. For a moment, Cameron stood looking at the bed and thinking about his mate, then he scratched his stomach and padded out into the hallway, across to Heath’s room.He could hear the shower going as he entered, and Heath had laid his clothing out over his bed ready for when he left it. Cameron let himself i
Havermouth, Two Weeks Before At the hospital, Cameron peeked into the tray of his Ute. The bedding was in disorder, but no one was in it. The morning dew dampness on the fabric had been dried off by the sun. He tidied it up in case they needed to spend another night at the hospital. “No Talen,” Cameron told Heath as he leaned back. “Though maybe he was here for a bit?” “I wonder where he is,” Heath began to cross towards the hospital causing Cameron to pick up pace and trot after him. As they approached the ward, there was a scuffle ahead and they saw several nurses and a security guard arguing with Tabitha Marie and her camera man. “Does she f-king live here or something?” Cameron wondered. “She’s fighting for news,” Heath replied under his breath. “Like a f-king ambulance chaser, she hangs around the hospital looking for drama, and at the moment, she’s getting plenty of it.” “Heath! Heath Gale!” Tabitha Marie called out, spotting him over the security guards and nurses who w
Havermouth, Two Weeks Before “Someone from the pack?” Heath murmured to himself. “That would explain why they would go to such an extreme as ordering a hit on Aislen. If they didn’t just fear that her return and our relationship could expose the pack, but that she was the Secret Keeper as well, the town’s own whistle-blower…” “Don’t even,” Aislen held a finger up to stop him. “Don’t start.” The door opened and Dr. Petersen peeked in. “Heath, Cameron,” he said as he stepped inside with a nurse. “Dr. Petersen, are you Aislen’s doctor?” Heath asked with a smile exchanging a look with Cameron. His red-haired mate was equally relieved that Aislen was under the supervision of a human, and not a werewolf. It was a strange moment for them both, he thought ruefully as Cameron pulled a face in acknowledgement. “I didn’t do the surgery, that was Will, but he’s off for the day, so…” Dr Petersen moved to the end of the bed and accepted the clipboard from the nurse. “Hello, Aislen, or should I
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeTalen left Rhett watching Morgana and headed to Cameron’s Ute. The blankets were damp with dew and held the scent of his werewolf mates, with faint undertones of semen that made him chuckle. F-king horny werewolves, he thought to himself. Even sleeping in a hospital carpark didn’t keep them from f-king.As he made himself comfortable, planning to sleep until Heath and Cameron returned, his phone vibrated in his pocket.“Tony?”“I have the police officer’s identity. How would you like me to proceed?”“Where are you now?” Talen sat up, pushing back the blankets.“Headed there to collect him.”“I’m at the hospital. Pick me up.”He moved to stand near to the road, and watched with mild amusement as the annoying news reporter began her daily attack on the hospital security guards. Things were just beginning to heat up as Tony arrived and Talen hopped into the passenger seat.“How is your mate, Talen?” Tony asked.“Awake off and on,” Talen smiled. “Much improved
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeRhett crawled into Heath’s bed shortly after midnight, his skin cold against Heath’s. Heath wrapped his arms around his mate, drawing him tightly to him and felt Rhett slide his knee between Heath’s thighs. The contrast between Cameron’s warm, heavy weight against Heath’s back and Rhett’s night-air cold form pressed against his front caused Heath’s skin to gooseflesh.Rhett had wandered off in the evening, sneaking out into the night, but Heath did not need to ask where he had gone. He would have been to the hospital, checking on Aislen, and had obviously found nothing to concern him, and so had returned.As Rhett ground his hips into Heath, his c-ck pushing against Heath’s stomach, Heath moaned, his body ricocheting from sleep to awake and hot to cold in a chaos of sensation.“Shhh,” Rhett whispered against Heath’s lips. “Don’t wake the puppy.”“I think it would take an earthquake to wake him,” Heath breathed back as Cameron’s snore hadn’t changed tone or
Havermouth, Two Weeks Before“Avoid what?” Aislen emerged from her top her hair crazed by static and sticking to Cameron’s hands as he tried to smooth it down before giving it up as a fruitless effort. She looked amazing in the cloud of curls anyway, he thought, and it was sort of right that her hair was as untameable as she was.Heath shook his head avoiding answering, which was wise, Cameron approved as he knelt to put on Aislen’s shoes. There was no point to upsetting Aislen. Cameron hadn’t known that parley had a price, or what it was, and he wondered just what it meant that the price would be one of them for the duration of the parley. How could the price be a person?“Could it be your dad?” Aislen asked. “The person who ordered the assassination?”“Unlikely,” Heath dismissed it, grimacing at the thought of Charlie. “Why order it done by someone else, just to turn up yourself? I think, rather, that he would have threatened you and tried to persuade you to leave town.”“Could he h
Havermouth, Present Time Heath woke into darkness. His werewolf sight could not even determine a pinprick of light. The darkness was heavy, smothering. “Talen?” He asked. His voice sounded muted, as if he were in a closed, tight space. He reached out and felt nothing however… And that was terrifying. There was no floor, no walls. He did not understand how it was that he was not falling… or perhaps he was. His breathing was rasped through lungs constricted by panic. “Shh,” a woman murmured. “Hush now, do not fear. Nothing will harm you here. Indeed,” there was amusement to her voice. “There is nothing here to harm you.” “Who are you?” He demanded, fear turning into anger. “Some Van Helsing trick?” “Hmhmhm,” she chuckled softly. “No, white wolf.” “Where is Talen?” He sat up slowly, relying on his stomach muscles as there wasn’t a floor to brace his hands against. “Where are we? Why… isn’t there a floor?” “So many questions. We are in the beginning, the aether, the place where we
Havermouth, Present TimeCameron and Rhett stood by the front window of Mr Claymont’s house with the lace curtains pushed back, looking out at the street as the crowd began to clear. A riot had broken out in response to the explosion of the school and had blocked the Van Helsings’ efforts to reach their destroyed base. The Havermouth rioters had destroyed several of the Van Helsings’ vehicles until guns had been drawn and bullets had been fired.Just as things had been on the verge of turning into a massacre, the fire had begun to spread out from the school, and Havermouth’s residents had rushed to help the homeowners save their property whilst others had dragged those injured by the Van Helsings retaliation into nearby houses.Into the chaos and mania of it all, the fleeing werewolves had just been another strangeness of the day, with people shrieking and screaming as their fur brushed against them, but otherwise taking no action against them, too occupied with the fire and gunmen, a
Havermouth, Present TimeThe f-ker!Aislen woke angry and sore. Her whole body ached, but her head and throat most of all. She was f-king going to kill that arsehole of a torturer, she thought.She was lying on her back on a bed, but not somewhere private. Around her she could hear the murmur of voices, groans and moans, the rattle of metal against metal, and crying. It stank. Layers of sweat, urine, faeces and… rotten meat.She opened her eyes and looked through a mesh of metal bars at the pressed tin tile design within the coffered ceiling high above her and the elaborate chandelier that dangled from it. Not what she’d expected having smelled the room, she thought, sitting up.It was a large long room, with a heavy velvet curtained stage set on one end and a wall of double doors at the other. In between the two ends, rows of cages had been set, each one only long enough to fit a trundle bed and twice as wide. Many of the cages were empty, like the one directly next to Aislen’s bed,
Havermouth, One Week BeforeTony had the police officer tied by his wrists and dangling over an open oubliette in the barn when Talen arrived, and looked up from a toolbox which was set on the pushed back stone lid. “Alex, this is Talen. Talen, meet Alexander Grennith.”“F-k you,” the werewolf was in the policeman’s eyes, but with his weight on his shoulders, and his wrists tied, he could not shift without risking tearing his arms from the joint, an injury that would be both intensely painful and potentially life-alteringly disabling.“No thank you,” Talen replied as he rolled up his sleeves. “Did you have any trouble?” He asked Tony.“No,” Tony was amused. “I took Sigrid with me, and she distracted him at the front door whilst I took him from behind. He did not know what happened. We bundled him into his own car, and I wore his jacket and hat. Anyone who saw me would have thought he was going on a date. I dropped Sigrid at the Ute and she drove it home for me.”“I didn’t know that Si
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeCameron creeping out of the bed and around the room getting dressed woke Heath. He was pressed tightly to Talen’s back, half drowning in the vampire’s blonde hair, with his arm over Talen’s waist and he was disinclined to move from the position. Used to Cameron’s early mornings, once he’d registered what the movement was about, he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep only for Aislen to mutter a complaint as Rhett wriggled out from under her.“I have a client coming at nine,” Rhett explained his movement. “I have to go set up.”“Too early,” Aislen grumbled.“I know, but they work afternoons, and it will take a good three hours,” Rhett yawned widely as he slid out of the bed.Talen shifted in order to pull Aislen back against him, snuggling her into the spoon of his body. “Sleep some more, Morgana,” he murmured. “You need to rest in order to heal.”Rhett cursed as he stumbled and Cameron smothered his laughter. “Careful. F-k man, you’re not a good m
Havermouth, Two Weeks Before“I could do with a cigarette too,” Aislen announced. “And a glass of wine.”“It’s not even midday,” Heath protested immediately.Aislen’s eyeroll said it all. “I wasn’t asking for permission. I’ve had a pretty shitty couple of days, and I want to f-king have a cigarette and a glass of wine on the porch of my house and so that’s precisely what I am going to do,” she began to get dressed. “If you’re all going to be bitches you can leave.”Heath spotted her underwear tangled at the foot of the bed and retrieved them, untangling them as he handed them to her. “I’ll go open a bottle.” He stepped out into the hallway and closed the door before leaning against the wall and heaving out a sigh.Rhett and Cameron now knew about the miscarriage, but he felt as if the Triquetra had narrowly avoided disaster with the discussion that had followed, and the adrenaline spike had left him shaky with his heart racing against his ribs. The conversation had also shaken free a
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeRhett laughed. F-k this was going to be fun, he thought lifting up onto his elbows in order to improve his view.“Oh.” Aislen had realized that the double-sided dildo was for her.Talen’s shoulder shook with his silent laughter as he helped her into the harness and eased her end of the dildo into her.“F-k that’s hot,” Rhett groaned as Talen tightened the harness around her waist. There was something so naughty about Aislen with a c-k, and the leather straps compressing her soft skin, the contrast of white to black and soft to hard… “F-k,” he groaned, and Heath compliantly gripped his c-ck, stroking from base to tip so that he sighed out his pleasure.“Very nice,” Talen approved leaning back to inspect his workmanship. “Who would you like to f-k, little demon?”“Choices, choices,” Aislen’s response was pure devilry.“Me,” Rhett gasped out rolling up to sitting. “I want to try that.”“Why not?” Aislen was amused by his eagerness and by her new accessory, re
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeRhett used the trolley to herd Tabitha and her cameraman away from Cameron and Aislen so that they could make their escape, his vindicative ramming of the reporter’s heels fuelled by the nasty volley of questions she had just thrown at Aislen.“This is assault, Rhett Salem!” Tabitha snarled at him.“Oh, f-k off Tabitha,” he replied. “For a f-king desperate ambulance chasing vulture you are pretty righteous. F-king chasing down a woman who was just shot, and shouting out her personal business… You are slime. The worst type of slime. Just own it and shut the f-k up.”He abandoned the trolley inside the doors of the hospital and trotted across the carpark to where Heath was picking up shards of broken vase and ignoring Tabitha’s attempts to engage him into an interview. Heath surprised Tabitha by passing her the broken pieces. “Throw these away for me, please, like a good girl,” he told her.“Ah, shit, Heath, don’t call her a good girl,” Rhett laughed as he h
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeCameron almost stopped dead. From the corner of his eye, he saw Rhett fumble a vase of flowers that he was loading into his car, the vase shattering with a loud crash as it hit the ground and distracting the reporter and her cameraman.Miscarriage? What miscarriage? And… if Aislen couldn’t have a child… what did that mean for their Triquetra?“I don’t hit women,” Heath growled down at Tabitha. “But you are testing my resolve. Get the f-k away from us, and stay away.”Cameron pulled himself together and crossed the last distance to the Ute, easing Aislen into the passenger seat, and closing the door before turning back to help his Triquetra drive off the reporter and her cameraman. Rhett drove the now empty trolley directly at Tabitha and the cameraman, forcing them backwards, and used it to herd them towards the hospital and away from the Ute.“What the f-k?” Cameron asked Heath in shock. “What the f-k was that?”“Take her to her house, Cam, I’ll meet you