Havermouth, Five Years BeforeCameron saw Heath shift and quickly followed, almost tripping as his foot stuck in his jeans. He shifted, whining as he became his wolf, and staggering slightly in the disorientation of a quick shift. Rhett and Heath always seemed to flow between forms so effortlessly, but it always took it out of him for the first few moments, and the transition ached like a broken bone. He suspected that it hurt Rhett and Heath too, but they hid it better.In wolf form, the world transformed. When he shifted back into man-form from being wolf, he always felt as if his senses became muffled and dulled. In wolf form, his sight reduced but his sense of smell replaced the need for it, revealing the world to him in astonishing detail and depth – he could tell from scent that a rabbit had passed through the grasses and in what direction it had gone, how far to its burrow, he could smell where someone had urinated against a tree, and the sharp scent of cigarette from a butt th
Havermouth, Present TimeAlthough the storm had come to an end, the sky was still full of clouds through which the sun was just a watery presence failing to warm or dry the flooded town. There was still no power, the light switches non-reactive to being flicked on, and the house echoed oddly without the hum of the fridge.There was no hot water. Aislen smothered a shriek as she stepped under the spray, gritting her teeth as she scrubbed herself. She was shuddering with cold by the time she was done, a situation which was not improved once she was dry as the house was also bitterly cold, her breath steaming in the dark bathroom.In the kitchen over the gas stove Rhett was heating water for coffee.“Where is everyone?” She asked as she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned into him with a moan of appreciation for his body warmth.“Heath is on the phone,” he replied taking the water off the boil. “Cameron and Talen took the Ute for a drive. Cameron was eager to do another sweep of
Havermouth, Present TimeIt was fascinating to see where the werewolves who had tormented her at school lived, Aislen thought looking out the window as they pulled up to the neat and tidy suburban house with it’s pristine lawn and bloom-heavy rose garden. Part of her hated the domestic perfection of the house because it represented everything that she didn’t have.“Oh, look,” she muttered. “It’s the domestic Barbara set. Each pack contains the dreamhouse, one Barbara doll, one Kenneth doll, one boy doll and one baby doll. Is there a cat and dog doll, or do they come as separate purchases?”“Werewolves tend not to have pets,” Heath replied mildly. “It’s not a good cultural fit.”She slid him a look out of the corner of her eye and suppressed a malicious smirk. “A wolf may not own a dog? Are you afraid that the relationship might become complicated? I mean, when you’re in wolf form, you’re not exactly going to be looking at a human woman and thinking sexy thoughts, but you might look at
Havermouth, Present TimeIn the suburban streets, they had encountered no other cars, but there was some traffic on the road towards the warehouse district. Everyone drove just that little bit slower than normal and leaned forward over their steering wheels in order to gaze around, dazed by the damages of the storm.The gutters ran heavy with water, flowing around embankments of debris, leaf matter and sodden rubbish that had been carried by the rain. Windows were broken or blown out, other properties had branches that had fallen onto their rooves, or sheets of roofing that had been carried off by the wind and the property owners were spreading tarp over the openings in case the rain returned.“It looks like a war zone,” Aislen observed.“No,” Talen shook his head, but his tone was mild. “A war zone is much worse.”“You have seen many wars,” she realized, looking up at him. His profile was perfect, she thought, and her fingers itched to draw it, the long strong line of brow and nose,
Havermouth, Present TimeThey followed Leighton into the darkened reception of the warehouse and Mercy closed the door behind them, cutting off the last bit of daylight. The windows had all been covered over from inside with newspaper, and the dust was thick on the reception counter and carpet. The warehouse was of the older generation, a solid brick construction, and inside it smelled old, musty, and unused.“There was a time,” Leighton said as he crossed the foyer to another door, which Talen opened for him. “Thank you. There was a time,” he repeated as they stepped into a narrow hallway between offices from another era, divided off by mottled, yellow-toned glass and solid wood walls. The furniture within the offices matched the era of the building, solid wooden, old fashioned desks and chairs, typewriters, and crumpled paper. “That I dabbled in running a newspaper. The Havermouth Herald it was called back then.”“I remember,” Talen said with surprise.Leighton’s smile over his shou
Havermouth, Present TimeTalen started the Ute but did not immediately pull out from the curb. He adjusted the heating, turning the vents to blow over Aislen who was shivering and rubbing her hands together before cupping them in his. “From what I understand of Triquetras,” he said slowly, his thumb stroking over her skin in an absentminded caress. “They would not be unreasonable to want to withdraw to a place of safety at this point, little demon.“We do not know if this infection affects the supernatural, or, if it has not so far, whether it will mutate as such things tend to do and will eventually become dangerous for us all. We do not know what will happen if this infection spreads.” His eyes searched hers. “This could be very dangerous.”She blew out a breath. “Heath’s mayor. So am I, technically, but I’m not as attached to the role or town as he is. He might be part of the Triquetra, but he’s also not the sort of person who would take a position of authority and then ditch when
Havermouth, Present TimeThe crossroads of Havermouth’s main streets were entirely blocked off by the black trucks and crawled with men in black uniforms, body armor and weaponry. Talen had to park behind Rhett’s tattoo parlor in order to get anywhere close, and he kept his arm around Aislen as they walked hastily up the road, past groups of armed men whose faces were hidden behind visors, making them intimidating and anonymous.Havermouth had awoken after the storm, and many of the businesses had their doors opened to let in daylight so they could inventory the damage, both physically to the buildings, and to perishables that required refrigeration. The townspeople clustered in their shop windows and doorways, looking out at the armed men with puzzlement that was just sitting on the inside edge of alarm.“Why do you need body armor and weapons for a flood?” Aislen wondered under her breath. The townspeople of Havermouth had the same reaction as she was having, she thought, there was
Havermouth, Present TimeThe group of black clad men were still standing outside of the coffee shop when Aislen opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk.“We are encouraging civilians to stay in their accommodations,” one of the men said when he spotted her. All that could be seen of his face was the strong line of his jaw, framed by the high collar of the black top he wore beneath the armored vest.“Why?” Aislen asked before she could stop herself. In for a penny, in for a pound, she decided. “Why are you encouraging people to stay home? There’s a missing little girl who needs to be found, damage to property, most people haven’t been able to open their businesses for days… People need to get groceries, medicine, hardware. You should be encouraging the shops to open, so that people can get what they need, and organizing search parties, not approaching coffee shop owners for free coffee and tea in exchange for a generator – which would be just a nice thing to do for them.”“Oh
Havermouth, Present Time Talen and Aislen were quickly called to a stop as they approached the busy area directly in front of the town hall. The police and the firies were packing up, she noticed, frowning, and none of them looked happy about it. “We are encouraging civilians to stay in their residences and off the streets,” a stern voiced soldier told Aislen and Talen disapprovingly. “There are many hazards left after the storm, and our men need free access to clear the roads of debris and make repairs.” Aislen swallowed back the words that she wanted to say, and instead smiled sweetly. “We’re from Boyston’s coffee shop,” she lied showing him the box that she held. “Making a delivery. Cakes and slices that are going stale, to help fuel the forces here. They’re free,” she added with a bright smile. “See, that’s our coffee van, over there,” she nodded with her chin. “Oh,” he was non-plussed, looking over his shoulder at the van, and then back at the box that she held. “Let me look,”
Havermouth, Two Years Before“Aislen Carter graduated from Rideten School of Art with honors on the eleventh of the month, and vacated her school accommodation four days later,” the PI’s report stated blandly the words that sent icy shards of fear and horror through Heath’s soul.“Her vehicle was placed for sale at North Rideten Car Sales one week prior and sold on the fifteenth with deposits made into bank accounts that were, in turn, closed on the twentieth. We have seen this sort of behavior before, in victims of domestic violence, where the subject is escaping an abusive spouse through the help of an organization. It is our companies ethical position not to pursue such cases further.”“Sure,” Heath snarled at the email. “But you f-king charged me the full price.”He was tempted to throw the laptop against the wall in his frustration, but he gripped the table edge instead and blew out his breath, controlling the anger, turning the heat to ice, and focusing on the house around him t
Havermouth, Two Years Before The Rideten night club was overflowing with patrons, and Heath had to fight for the standing table where he could look out across the dance floor and keep an eye on Rhett, who was having a fantastic time with his co-workers celebrating the end of his apprenticeship and the purchase of his own shop in Havermouth. It was the happiest that Heath had seen him in a long time, and that thought pained him, but did not surprise him. The Triquetra pretended well, most of the time, however the waiting was slowly tearing them apart. They were spending less time together at the river house, and it often felt more like they were house mates than mates, as they rarely even shared a meal let alone a bed. Cameron was spending more and more time on the land now that he had graduated university, Rhett had thrown himself into getting as much experience as he could before starting his own shop, and Heath was working part time at the law firm he had purchased in Havermouth i
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeThe little Redbank tattoo parlour that had agreed to take him as an apprentice had many things that Rhett liked, and many that he didn’t. The shop was tiny, with a staircase to the second level which was so steep that it kicked in Rhett’s phobia about heights, and, whilst the workstations were brightly lit for the purpose of the artists, everywhere else was shadowy and pokey. The little kitchen could only fit one person at a time, and the toilet was so narrow that cleaning it (which was one of Rhett’s duties as an apprentice) was a bit like performing yoga in a box.Mostly he divided his time between manning the reception desk, doing clean-up of the workstations, and making drinks for the artists and customers, but on the slow days, the artists would take turns working with his sketches, and he would sit with his pants around his ankles on one of the chairs and practise on himself, upside down.If he produced a decent piece, one of the other artists, Matt
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeHeath left the final class of the year feeling as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Just the exams left to do, and high school would be a thing of the past. He paused for a moment, his eyes adjusting from the artificial light of the classroom and his body to movement after two intense hours of mental activity as the teacher had taken the opportunity to run them through a practice exam.Cameron’s bright hair caught the sunlight over the heads of other students moving out into freedom. “Hey!” Cameron grinned as he headed over. “It’s done! We are free!”“Until exams,” Heath corrected. “And, then the pre-reading for university.”“Ugh,” Cameron’s groan of disgust was throaty. “Let me have at least today to enjoy the end of classes without filling my head up with more useless knowledge.”Heath slung his arm around Cameron’s shoulders. “Will you miss school?”“Nope,” Cameron leaned into Heath. “You?”“Nope,” Heath agreed. He gave Cameron’s shoulders
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeCameron’s dreams were filled with chasing Aislen through the fields. He could see her just ahead of him, her dark hair bouncing with the motion of her run, the weeds catching on the skirt of her dress and dragging long scratches along her legs that she didn’t seem to notice. “Aislen!” He cried out. “Slow down!”He woke with a start to the echoes of his own voice. It wasn’t yet midnight and he was alone in bed. He pressed his face into the pillows, breathing in, seeking the scent of Rhett and Heath from the fabric, but it had been too long since they’d slept there, and the scent had faded beneath his own.He couldn’t remember ever having fought with either of them. It left him feeling off-balance, and unwell. He’d thrown himself into working the farm with his dad, trying to distract himself from the anguish of it. Jules hadn’t questioned why Cameron wasn’t going to school, studying, or spending time with the other two members of the Triquetra, although Cam
Havermouth, Five Years Prior“I can’t go home - things are too bad with dad and he seems to be hanging around more than ever, and things are f-ked up with Aislen at home too, so I was thinking that Aislen and I could stay at the river house for a few days until we all find somewhere to rent in Havermouth. If we all go in to Aislen’s we can get her packed and out of there before her parents can do anything about it, right?” Rhett suggested, twisting in his seat to look from Heath to Cameron.“Sure,” Cameron leaned forward and gripped the front seats. “We can all stay at the river house. It will be fun.”“Exams next week,” Heath said softly, his heart sinking. “We should study more. But, sure, a few days at the river house won’t hurt. We can study during the daytime whilst there’s light.” What day would they take Aislen away, he wondered. Did she know that she was going to Rideten? Had that been why her suitcases had been under the bed?“Speak for yourself,” Rhett snorted. “I’m not f-ki
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeAs dawn pinked the sky, Cameron scuffed the toe of his shoe through the dust that was all that remained of the grass where cows had been killed. Now that he knew what caused these patches, whenever he was by the river, his eyes were peeled for them, and he was surprised by how many there were – patches where nothing seemed to grow, which he’d always accepted as just being randomly barren spots because he’d grown up with their occurrence.“Don’t play in the dust,” Jules reprimanded as he returned to the Ute.“Why?” Cameron wondered. “It’s just dirt, dad.”“It’s still dead. I don’t trust it until it grows green again.”It made sense that Jules would think that way, Cameron thought stepping away from the patch. Jules' relationship to the land was other level, as Jules’ father and grandfather had been before him. Cameron loved the farm. He loved and respected the land, the river house, and the work. He couldn’t imagine doing anything else with his life, but h
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeHeath fed some twigs into the ashes of the firepit knowing that below the layer of ash, there was enough heat to get the fire going again. They’d be grateful in the morning when they went to make coffee and breakfast if there were still hot coals, so he’d get the fire going again whilst Rhett got his drunk on, and then the three of them would go to bed, f-k it out, and get some sleep, he decided.Rhett winced his way through a swig of whiskey, drinking to the side of his mouth away from the piercing and then deliberately swishing the whiskey over the wound, using it as a disinfectant, the action betraying how much it was paining him and his concern over the damage. He met Heath’s eye and gave a little rueful shrug – there wasn’t much that he could do other than hope that it healed alright.Heath took the whiskey bottle from him and took a swig before returning it and leaning over to throw some logs onto the firepit as the kindling leapt into flame. “I got