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The Pack's Rebels Delwyn in the Temple
Concordia, Six Hundred and Eighty Years Before“This is…” Harry sat on a rock and pulled off a boot shaking out stones and dust. “Ridiculous. You mean that a lot of your people make this walk annually?”“Traditionally,” Thaelen sat beside him and looked down over the city. Memories overlaid a green, lush land of grass and forests, in which the fortresses of the vampires were islands of stone and wood. Now it was the green that was an island amongst the stone and soaring towers of the castles. Both memory and present were beautiful in different ways… except the present was marred with smoke, fire, and destruction.There hadn’t been another attack since they’d begun the walk to the temple, but the land was not peaceful even in the absence of the flying machine. The burning wreckage from recent attacks, the movement of light through the city, and out to the bobbing ships in the bay.Thaelen sighed heavily. “Traditionally, it was a journey taken over several days, no one walking faster th
The Pack's Rebels The Evacuation Begins
Concordia, Six Hundred and Eighty Years Before“Well, that was a long shoe destroying walk for nothing,” Harry grumbled as they began their descent down the mountain.“It was not for nothing,” Thaelen replied grimly. “We know that there is no help to be had from the temple, and that they have closed their doors and taken drastic steps because they believe there is no hope. We will heed Delwyn’s advice and concentrate on evacuation and not defence or attack.”“Thaelen,” Harry began, but broke off, lifting his head. “Do you hear that?”“Yes,” Thaelen growled through his teeth. “I do.”The distant mechanical roar echoed through the mountains, distorted by the rock so that it was impossible to pinpoint the direction from which it came until it passed overhead so close that Harithen’s arm shot out, grasping hold of Thaelen’s wrist, as he stared up in aghast horror and terror.“They are not here for us, Harry,” Thaelen had to yell to be heard over the engine of the device. “Two vampires are
The Pack's Rebels Time to Flee
Concordia, Six Hundred and Eighty Years BeforeThaelen watched as the ships tied up to the dock. “Five,” he said with satisfaction. One of the vessels was Captain Ruther’s ship, returning for a second load of passengers. “As soon as they dock, have the water and food ready to load,” he gestured to the vampires waiting nearby with the supplies. “As soon as that’s stowed, we’ll begin loading the passengers and get these ships back out…” He trailed off as a woman walked down the gangplank.“Meguitte!” He cried out. “Meguitte!”Her face lit as she saw him, and she ran the distance between to embrace him. “Oh, Thaelen,” she mourned. “What have they done to our beautiful home?”Thaelen released her and looked to the sky. “Your sparrows?” He asked.“Mmm?” She glanced over her shoulder following his gaze. “I did not bring them, Thaelen,” she told him. “They would attract too much attention.” She did not meet his gaze. She feared bringing them into a warzone, he realized, and could not blame h
The Pack's Rebels Saving Abigail
Havermouth, Present TimeSigrid woke to hands stroking over her skin, following the curve of her spine to her arse, before returning up. She was naked, her face pressed tightly into Tom’s chest, his heartbeat steady under her palm. Outside of the room, she could hear Greg thanking someone, and the rattle of metal and China. A delivery of some sort. Food, she realized.Tom was interested in sating another sort of hunger from the throb of his c-ck against her and she smiled in amusement. They were such horny werewolves. She slid her hand down his stomach, feeling the rises and dips of his stomach muscles as he tensed them in reaction, and the change in the pattern of his breathing.“Mmm,” was moaned deep in his throat as she clenched her fist around him.She kept her eyes closed as she pressed her lips to his chest in a kiss, before tasting him with the tip of her tongue, savoring the salt of his skin. She loosened her grip on his c-ck, rubbing her palm over the soft skin, feeling the r
The Pack's Rebels Honey and Flies
Havermouth, Present Time“Sit still as statues whilst we have our chat,” Aislen watched as the werewolves expressions changed to alarm under the realization that they were prisoners of their own bodies and incapable of moving or speaking of their own free will.“Yeah,” she smirked. “I’m not a witch,” she told them. “I’m your worst nightmare. A hormonal, tired pregnant woman with the ability to control your minds, who is really, really pissed off with you. Like REALLY pissed off,” she walked around the table to pull the breakfast trays and coffee towards her end of the table, popping the croissants and egg and bacon muffins onto plates before setting them next to the empty chairs.“Sit down and eat something,” she told her men. “We’re going to have a good chat with the big wolves now, so we might as well get comfy.”“What the f-k?” Rohan demanded of Heath in confusion. “Can they really not talk or move?”“Nope,” Ailsen helped herself to a croissant.Rhett leaned over the table to pour
The Pack's Rebels Come With Me
Havermouth, Present TimeThere was a chaos of activity in the morning that woke Meguitte. She woke gritty eyed and dry mouthed, and stared at the table before her blankly before recalling where she was.After the drama of the werewolf attack and rejecting Logan, she had created a spell circle in the warehouse where Tyler and the other vampires were staying and assumed that Samuel had escorted Logan over as she’d felt the magic activate once he was within it.She hadn’t supervised the transfer, too raw and ragged from the rejection, and, instead, had returned to her warehouse and crawled back into Connery’s bedding to cry herself to sleep.She staggered down the stairs in search of the source of the noise, just in time to see Harry and Jules leading the witches and some of the vampires out of the war room. Harry, seeing her, paused, letting the people flow around them until they were alone.“Meguitte,” they said gently cupping her cheek in the palm of their big hand. “You look like shi
The Pack's Rebels Are You With Me?
Havermouth, Present TimeCameron stood against the wall and watched as Talen and Aislen supervised Phillip’s announcements whilst Heath and Rhett escorted the council members to their rooms. He should help, he thought, but it was a bit intimidating, and no one seemed to need him.“I believe I am free to go?” Connery joined him at the wall, his eyes on the doorway and the two hefty guards that still blocked it. “I don’t want to be here any longer than necessary. Already I’ve left Meguitte alone for too long. She is… somewhat in need of morale support.”“I guess so,” Cameron was dubious, his eyes returning to his mates. Heath and Rhett had returned. “Ten more minutes won’t hurt though, right? Everyone’s pretty busy…”The door opened and Rohan entered looking flustered, before taking the hallway down towards the brig. “Come on,” Cameron pushed away from the wall. “Let’s go see what’s going on?” He led the way across the room and into the hallway, a little thrilled that no one tried to st
The Pack's Rebels Second Chances
Havermouth, Present Time“Come with me,” wasn’t an invitation. Logan took hold of Meguitte’s hand and pulled her towards him. He cupped her face with his other hand and smiled. “That’s better. We will discuss the other nonsense together when we’re back at base,” he told her.“Let’s go,” he released her cheek and strode towards the front of the warehouse, tugging Meguitte along behind him. Lark kept the gun trained on her as the trio of witches fell in behind them, her expression, when Meguitte glanced back at her, grim and pointed - if Meguitte made a move, Lark would shoot her.“To the left, Sparrow,” Dove told him breathlessly.“Thank you, Robyn,” he replied. “How are your injuries?” He added absently as he took the hallway towards the still open side door. “And where is your top?”“They’re getting better,” Dove told him. “I can move my fingers again. Phoenix threw a pot of spell-liquid on Robyn, and she used my top to wipe it off.”“Spell liquid?” Logan glanced down at Meguitte. “W
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