Havermouth, Present Time “Kids go missing, all the time,” Heath told her reassuringly. “It could be nothing. The concern, however, is that our resources are already spread thin and in the current conditions, organizing a search party if she doesn’t turn up will be difficult.” “Oh, Lauren will be frantic,” Aislen’s heart ached for the other woman. “We need to help her, Heath.” “Are we sure that her mother has nothing to do with it?” Cameron said darkly. “The last little girl to go missing was never missing, was she?” “I’ll find out,” Aislen decided firmly. “But Lauren isn’t Dr James. She lives for that little girl; you can just tell that about her.” “Where am I going?” Talen asked Heath as he reached a crossroad. “Towards the town hall? It seems to be where all the activity is,” he nodded to the left. Aislen could see that where the street to the right was empty other than the wind-whipped rain, to the left through the rain, the red glare of rear lights and the dark shapes of cars
Havermouth, Present TimeHeath caught their attention, gesturing for them to wait. Aislen could feel Lauren’s eyes on her, and the pressure of Rhett’s thoughts as he tried to puzzle out what was going on. Within that confusion, was a growing comprehension, the pieces coming together and being as quickly shoved away in a ferocious, desperate denial.“I need a smoke,” Rhett was getting fidgety.“Rhett,” she wrapped her arms around him. “We’ll go have a smoke together…” She trailed off as Heath broke away from his group and gestured with his head towards a side door set between a picture of Havermouth when there were only a few buildings and wide dirt roads, and a man with an impressive handlebar moustache and formal robes from at least a century before. “Come on,” she led Rhett towards the door.Heath put his hand on Rhett’s back as they joined him, following her and Rhett into the little hallway beyond, with Cameron and Talen at his heels. “Third door down is an office,” he said. “And
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeIt had been really nice to wake with Aislen under him, Cameron thought as he leaned on the balcony railing, looking out over the river. It had felt right, all four of them sleeping the night together, and it was exciting to think that it was the first night of many. Aislen seemed to have accepted the relationship, and that was a huge relief. Oh, sure, she got uppity every now and again, but he was beginning to think that was just what she was like, and that it had nothing to do with them.Heath had been a genius with his polaroid photo solution, he grinned to himself. It had been fun to take those photos with her, and f-k around afterwards. She’d been good about it, too, letting Heath take the shots he wanted.Heath had relaxed a lot since Aislen had begun behaving herself, and Cameron was grateful for that as he had hated seeing Heath under so much pressure.“Hey,” Heath crossed the balcony and put his arms around Cameron, leaning his chin onto Cameron’s
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeHeath and Rhett watched Cameron’s Ute creep up the driveway.“F-k,” Rhett sniggered. “They might be back next week if she drives to town at that pace.”“She’s getting more confident,” Heath observed. “See, there she goes. She just had to adjust to the Ute. She’ll be fine. Did you know that she’s not eighteen?” He added, trying for offhand.“No,” Rhett lit a cigarette, frowning. “She’s not a she-wolf – does it matter?”“I don’t know,” Heath admitted. “I mean, it didn’t really matter with Cameron, did it? But maybe she’s so difficult because she’s…” He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter,” he dismissed it. “Give me a drag of that,” he stole the cigarette and took a puff, blowing it out before throwing it to the floor and crushing out the ember beneath his shoe.“Hey,” Rhett protested. “That wasn’t done!”“It’s done now,” Heath leered and caged his mate against the balcony railing by placing and arm to either side of his hips.Rhett’s pupils dilated and he smirked.
Havermouth, Present TimeHeath led the way back into the hallway, but Talen caught Aislen’s hand, holding her back when the Triquetra left. He cupped her cheek. “Little demon.”Aislen shook her head, answering the unspoken question. There was a bitter lump of grief that twisted in her chest, a whole suitcase of emotion that she had to unpack, but she knew that she couldn’t even begin to take those feelings out into the light without melting down, and the timing was wrong for that.“I can’t talk about it, daddy,” she said with raw honesty. “I just have to deal with the shit-show happening right now and think about how I feel about it later.”“Alright,” his eyes were gentle. “Sometimes in war, we must ignore our wounds until the battle is won.”“Exactly,” she said with relief. “And this f-king battle is f-king f-ked right now.”“Everything okay?” Cameron had backtracked.“We’re coming,” Aislen told him.Heath and Rhett waited by the door into the foyer, in a huddle of their own, and bro
Havermouth, Present Time“What is it?” Aislen searched the darkness.Rhett started to shake his head when there was a thud against the front passenger window. For a moment, Aislen couldn’t comprehend what it was that she saw, it was just a mind-boggling impression of blood, gore, and teeth that was accompanied by a terrible scream that was echoed within the car as Lauren and Aislen jumped and clutched at each other.The man pressed his face against the glass. His cheek had been torn away revealing the white of bone and teeth. “Help me!” He pleaded, his breath steaming against the glass. “Please. Help me!”“Oh my god!” Lauren cried out fumbling for the lock. “It’s Thomas Riley. We have to help him.”Thomas turned his head suddenly. “They’re coming! Let me in, let me in!” He hammered on the glass, smearing his blood.Talen released the lock on his door and was out and around the car before Aislen could react, the light coming on in the cab, sending haloes through her vision as her eyes
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
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
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