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The Pack's Triquetra Rhett Steps Up
Havermouth, Present Time Rhett paused in the shadows of Rohan’s rose garden. He felt the warm weight of Cameron against his side as his mate crouched and could smell the distinct scent of their wet fur warmed from their body heat. He badly wanted to shake, the drag of his rain-heavy coat uncomfortable although the wet had not penetrated the undercoat to the skin, but he knew that he would be fighting a losing battle – the rain was coming down too heavily for him to shake himself free of the annoying wetness. Wolves were not rain-friendly, usually preferring to den and wait for the weather to clear. The rain affected his sense of smell, he didn’t like the wetness of the bitumen under his paws, and his coat would only hold up for so long before the cold and wet penetrated. Cameron whinged, as unhappy with the weather as Rhett was. But, better in wolf form than human, Rhett told himself. Not only were wolves more resilient against the weather than humans, they were faster and able to
Last Updated : 2022-09-17The Pack's Triquetra Looking After Mates
Havermouth, Five Years Before Taylors road was blocked off, and Rhett was forced to park some way down from the police barricade. Heath’s heart was racing in his chest and his palms sweating. He had never heard that tone in Cameron’s voice before, and it tugged at him viciously, creating a need to hold his mate that was almost overpowering his rationality. He was out of the car before Rhett had completely stopped and hurried to the barricade where a police officer held out his hands to indicate to Heath to stop. Beyond the police officer’s barricade, past two police cars and an ambulance, he could see Cameron’s Ute, facing toward the lookout. Cameron’s bright hair was easily spotted, shining in the sunlight, and Heath felt some of the tension release from his chest. Cameron was pale faced and, as he saw Heath, fought back tears, grimacing under the strain before controlling himself. “Ah, shit,” Heath whispered under his breath. “You need to stay there,” the policeman told him. “Th
Last Updated : 2022-09-17The Pack's Triquetra Before the Game
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeCameron had held it together all night at the drive-in, letting the distraction of beer, Rhett’s almost-fight with the university pledges, and sex push the memory of that plastic wrapped body from his mind. They’d f-ked themselves to sleep, and for a few hours, the alcohol and physical exertion had given him ease, but as the night turned to morning, the change of tone in the sounds of the wildlife around the house woke him, and he lay, looking up at the ceiling, and saw the little shoes in the darkness.He was going to be sick, he thought, if he didn’t get some fresh air.Heath was wrapped around Aislen, and Rhett had his back to Cameron, so Cameron eased off the mattress carefully. None of the three reacted, and he grabbed someone’s jeans and top off the floor, and a bottle of water, before making his way out of the bedroom.The floorboards creaked underfoot as he made his way down the hallway, but the whole house creaked and groaned in the night, the ol
Last Updated : 2022-09-18The Pack's Triquetra Aislen's Disappearing Act
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeThroughout the match, whenever there was a brief moment in which he could take his eyes from the game, Cameron scanned the sidelines, hoping to see Rhett and Aislen waving at him. He looked at the Ute several times and could not see anyone standing on the tray and watching.He tried to ignore the niggling feeling of unease between his ribs.In their usual spot, he saw his mum and dad, and grinned at them as if nothing was amiss, because he told himself, there was nothing amiss. Maybe every time he looked for them, Rhett and Aislen had gone for food or coffee, or the toilets. Maybe they were sitting with others of the pack, and he couldn’t pick them out from amongst the others in the group. Maybe they’d moved to somewhere with more shade…At three quarters as he grabbed a drink alongside of Heath, he looked again. “I can’t see Rhett or Aislen anywhere,” he said, hoping that Heath would point them out and settle that worry. Even if Heath had grumbled about
Last Updated : 2022-09-18The Pack's Triquetra The Decoy
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeThe Triquetra met at the lockers before the first bell. Heath reached out and fixed Cameron’s collar and tie. “You have first class with her, right?” He murmured.“Yep,” Cameron wiped his palms on his trousers. “You have second?”“Mhm,” Heath nodded, his eyes going to Aislen’s locker.“What if Aislen doesn’t come to school?” Rhett wondered, leaning against the locker, and dragging at his lip piercing with his teeth. “We’ll be stuck with the decoy human bitch for no reason.”“She’ll come,” Heath replied confidently. “Yesterday was just Aislen being defiant. She’ll come, see us with Charlotte, and she’ll beg us to forgive her, which we will, of course, do on the condition that she stop f-king around with us and follow our rules.”“There’s the target, let’s get ourselves a decoy,” Cameron grinned and ran his hands through his hair, before grabbing his bag from the locker. “I’ll see you at recess.”Heath and Rhett watched him swagger over to a group of girls,
Last Updated : 2022-09-19The Pack's Triquetra Talen being Talen
Havermouth, Present Time Talen crouched before the fireplace placing kindling on the glowing embers whilst Aislen and Lauren sat on the couch beneath throw rugs. Aislen managed to ease her hands out from Lauren’s tight grasp. “I’m sorry,” she apologized knowing that Lauren only sought comfort, the other woman’s mind on her missing daughter and the many dangers she may face. “Your thoughts are too loud in my head when we touch.” “I’ve heard of people who can do that,” Lauren said softly. “Empaths and telepaths. They often become witches.” “I’m a terrible witch,” Aislen replied watching as the fire took, and admiring the way it shimmered through the gold of Talen’s hair. “Did all the study, but only a few spells ever worked for me so I couldn’t progress from the most basic level.” “A witch’s magic is studied and controlled,” Talen commented. “It is focused through arcane objects, requiring tools and components. Your gifts, Morgana, are more instinctual, natural to you, organic. I wou
Last Updated : 2022-09-19The Pack's Triquetra Victims of Monsters
Havermouth, Present TimeThere was a knock on the door, a heavy confident thud that repeated three times and then waited, expectantly.Aislen grabbed hold of Talen’s hand. “Don’t answer it daddy,” she whispered. “Let’s pretend we’re not home.” The night was crawling with face-eating monsters, heavy with cold rain, and bodies that came and went. With a sudden, gut-wrenching intensity, she wanted her werewolf mates to return, and all five of them to be back to the river house.“Please, don’t answer the door,” she repeated.The knock came again.Talen looked down at her, and then at the door. “Who is there?” He called out. A compromise, she thought, between her sudden dread and the demand of whoever stood behind the door. What did she expect? She didn’t know. If the other person was frightening enough that she had to worry about her vampire, than a thin wooden door wouldn’t prevent their entry, she admitted to herself.It was like in a horror movie, however, she thought, and if you answe
Last Updated : 2022-09-20The Pack's Triquetra Keeping Up Appearances
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeCameron drove past Aislen’s house on his way to school, hoping to encounter her walking her way there. If he saw her, he would just pull over and offer her a lift, he decided. He’d do it very casually and just see what she did.She wasn’t along the route to school and wasn’t at the lockers when he went there. He looked up from his books as Heath approached with a tray carrying three take-away coffees from Boyston’s shop. His blond mate handed him one. “Here, thought you could use it,” Heath said quietly. “You didn’t sleep well last night.”“No,” Cameron sighed heavily. Cameron had been awake, restless, the little kid’s body haunting the darkness, and the problems with Aislen preoccupying his thoughts when Heath had crawled into his bed not long after midnight. “Bad dreams.”“Maybe you should… talk to someone, Cam?” Heath suggested.“I’m talking to you,” Cameron replied.“Someone who knows about this sort of thing,” Heath replied. “Like the school counsell
Last Updated : 2022-09-20
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The Pack's Triquetra Epidemic
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,”
The Pack's Triquetra Betrayal
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
The Pack's Triquetra Atrophy
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
The Pack's Triquetra Charlotte's Pregnant
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
The Pack's Triquetra The Phone Call
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
The Pack's Triquetra She Will Come Back
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
The Pack's Triquetra Falling Apart
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
The Pack's Triquetra Losing Aislen
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
The Pack's Triquetra Dr James' Surprise
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
