Rideten, Six Months Before“Home sweet home,” Bianca announced as she pulled up into the driveway of Stella’s house. The garden was overflowing with flowers and herbs and fluttering with butterflies and bees. “I’m looking forward to a couple of days of home cooked meals, aren’t you?”“Yeah,” Aislen agreed with a stiff smile. She was the closest to Havermouth that she had been in two years. A little over an hour’s drive, and she could be at the river house. She didn’t want to go there, she told herself sternly, not even to peek. “We’ll go back to Kabramatta unable to wear any of our clothes.”“There’s a reason all the witches around here wear floaty layers, it’s to hide the cake-bellies,” Bianca replied as she got out of the car.Stella was on the porch waiting for them and embraced them both warmly. “Sisters, welcome home,” she said as she enveloped them into her scent of tea and lavender. She held Aislen back by the shoulders with a wide smile. “Morgana, you look lovely. Bianca has b
Rideten, Six Months BeforeHeath was trying, Rhett thought as they strolled across the VIP red carpet and accepted their glass of champagne at the entrance. Every month, his blond mate would pick a night and take either Cameron or Rhett out on a one-on-one date night of some type. Usually, it involved an intimate dinner somewhere private and away from Havermouth, and they would talk about work, or the house, world events, and the people of their town in Heath’s effort to combat the seemingly ever-present slide into disconnecting with each other.Sometimes it worked. The conversation would begin to flow easily between them, they’d share some laughs, and Rhett would find his heart glowing with affection for his mate. Those nights, they’d pull off somewhere on the way home and f-k, quick and dirty, in the car, before going home to tease Cameron into joining them in the playroom for a photo shoot and some naughty play.Sometimes, however, it felt stiff, forced, and fake. They’d struggle t
Havermouth, Four Weeks BeforeHeath returned from a late lunch meeting with his PR team, giving final approval to the posters and adverts that they were about to begin to run in lead up to the coming mayoral election. He glanced at his watch as he opened his laptop onto his desk. He’d make a coffee, and then sit down and spend an hour or two answering emails, before heading home, he decided.“Heath,” Lillian said standing on the threshold to his office.“Hmm?” He flicked a look over his shoulder. As always when at work, Lillian was the perfect picture of a paralegal, her blonde hair slicked back into a sophisticated chignon, her pale blue pant suit elegant, understated femininity, and her make-up tasteful and simple. She was a poster child for vanilla sex.“How can I help you, Lilli?” He straightened and turned to face her.“I don’t know if you heard, there was a death at Zeus two days ago.”“Yes,” he rested his hip against his desk. “Tragic. Were they a client of ours?”“Yes, but Hea
Havermouth, Present TimeHeath let himself into the house as Talen and Aislen finished their shower.“Perfect timing,” Aislen wrapped her arms around him, relieved to have him back. He held her close and buried his face into her neck, kissing the skin as he inhaled her scent. His thoughts were a chaos of worry with sharper edges of fear threaded through. It was such a tangle that she could make no sense of it, other than that he had been unsuccessful at getting to Haven Farm.“No success in leaving Havermouth?” Talen asked, unsurprised.Heath shook his head in answer. “No, and the Van Helsings, or NES, or whatever they are, aren’t happy with me. They threatened to arrest me if I didn’t go home and stay home.”“Oh, god,” Aislen pulled back. “Heath, we think that they can tell somehow, and they’re marking werewolf houses. If they find out that you’re a werewolf…”“It is best if they do not find out,” Talen finished grimly. “I have lived through several of the Van Helsings’ efforts to er
Havermouth, Present TimeWhilst Heath, Cameron and Talen unloaded the Ute into the warehouse, Aislen and Leighton strolled the tarmac around the warehouse. The wind picked up Leighton’s hair, blowing it over his astonishingly handsome face as he wrapped his fingers into the diamond links of the fence.“We are not immortal, I am sure that doesn’t come as a surprise to you,” he said.“I…” She shrugged. “I thought maybe you were, but that it had gotten watered out of me by the human.”“No, none of us are immortal, no matter how close to the original parent that we are. I suspect that even the original parents were not immortal. Perhaps that is why they are no longer here amongst us, they have all died, but then… there are times when we pray and our prayers are answered, so maybe they remain, but in a life far different to our own?” He shrugged his unknowing.“It is… almost cruel,” he continued wrinkling his nose in disapproval. “That we possess what we do, and not immortality to accompan
The Concordia, Eleven Hundred Years BeforeThe road was scarred with the annual pilgrimage fires, the trees and stones marked with the carvings left by those who travelled that way, recording their transit for those who would follow. Thaelen’s mark was amongst them. He had walked this path every year since Thorarin had decided that Thaelyn was approaching adulthood and old enough to perform the full sacrifice, and he had spent time in each fortress, growing to know the occupants, the lords and ladies, their children, their people, and their blood slaves.It hadn’t been a surprise to arrive again to a fortress burnt to a cinder, the dead left lying for the crows and carrion birds to feast upon, but the harsh call of the birds echoed the cries of his heart: How? How? How? He had to know, he thought. He had to know how this had come to be, how a force large enough had made it through the pass, how they had attacked with enough speed and force to overcome the vampires.His grief was raw a
The Human Enemy’s Land, Eleven Hundred Years BeforeThaelen sifted into consciousness off and on, hearing voices, the groans of wooden wheels over rough terrain, the creak and scrape of armour, and the huff of horses. It was his hunger that woke him, the gnawing thirst scraping its fingernails along his tongue and throat, squeezing his stomach, beading his skin with sweat. A journey of many days, for the hunger to grow to such an extent. How long did it take for a vampire to starve to death? He did not know, but he knew that the suffering was intense.He was in a wooden box, wrists and ankles chained - the mark of the One God engraved in the cuffs. His body ached in a way that he had never before experienced, the effort of raising his shaking hands to press against the lid of the box in which he lay almost too great to manage, his bones aching, his lungs heavy.A spell, Inora had said. What manner of spell could render a vampire so weak? What sort of witch would create such a thing kn
The Human Enemy’s Land, Eleven Hundred Years BeforeThe human man remained in the farthest corner of the cell away from Thaelen, huddled in on himself, his skin growing paler and his shaking worse as the night progressed towards the morning. Thaelen sat, his elbows on his knees and his head resting against the wall, watching him through narrowed eyes and wondering at which point his hunger would drive him mad.“Do you have a name?” Thaelen’s voice was a hoarse whisper, his mouth and throat so desiccated that speaking was painful. His breath steamed on the bitterly cold air.“Not that it matters… Gera,” the human was shaking so hard he stuttered his words.“Gera, you are dying,” Thaelen told him. “You know this, do you not?”Gera’s moan was wretched.“I need for you to live,” Thaelen said through his teeth. His clothing was starting to dry, but he was bitterly cold. The cold would not kill him, he knew, but it was very painful to endure. “If you die, I die also. You need me to live, as
Havermouth, Present Time Aislen hit her head hard on the floorboards and lay for a moment with white noise ringing in her ears, staring sightlessly up at the beams of the roof. Her entire body ached. She could feel the sharp sting of the cuts across her torso and the wetness of her blood, and she knew that she was dying. She groaned and put her hand to her chest, surprised to encounter cloth and not skin, and lifted her hand, wondering at how it was not covered in blood and what the black chalkiness was that stained her skin. She slowly lowered her chin to her chest. There were no wounds. Oh, yeah, she wasn’t the one bleeding... The thoughts rolled through her mind in slow motion, as if she was thinking through treacle. “Shit,” she groaned. “Heath!” Where were her mates? “Cameron, and Talen,” she whispered, closing her eyes and then opening them again, her vision focusing, the beams coming into focus. She was on the floor of Leighton’s workspace, she realized, and recalled the salt
Havermouth, Present TimeCameron cried out and threw his arms around Rhett, gripping him tightly before catching his face between his hand and kissing him with a thoroughness that left Rhett breathless until the bathroom door suddenly opened, and he released him out of habit, both men breathing heavily as they stared at the startled intruder.“Ah, sorry,” Will Peters was wide eyed. “I can wait…” He backed out letting the door swing shut behind him.“Shit. Oh well, I’m not hiding anymore,” Cameron shrugged, turning back to Rhett, and pulling him back into his arms. “I’m so happy to see you. And you’re looking so much better. Skinny. But better.”“Wow, Cam,” Rhett laughed. “I should come to the rescue more often. Hey there’s power on here!” He added squinting up at the neon lights. “Who would have thought I’d be happy to see the flicker of neon again.”“Did Aislen send you?” Cameron asked, leaning back in order to look at him. “Did she do one of those portal thingies? Where’s Heath? And
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeHeath Gale and Rhett Salem, Talen turned the names over in his mind as he reviewed the details that Tony had sent through to him on his laptop. In one of those twists of little towns, Heath Gale owned the firm that handled some of Zeus’ legal work. A lawyer.Well, that explained the expensive suits and impeccable grooming.Young, he observed, lifting his eyebrows as he saw the date of birth. Young and rich. The rich wasn’t a surprise, most of the werewolf families did well by themselves, but this young man did better than most. Lived just outside of Havermouth, in a heritage home owned by another pack family, the Edison’s.Rhett Salem, the sexy tattoo artist, owned the tattoo parlor in town and made more than a decent living from the business, though the bulk of his wealth had been inherited.“Hmm,” Talen tilted his head and flicked back to Heath’s file.They lived at the same address. Interesting. But not necessarily remarkable, he decided. Young men ofte
Havermouth, Two Weeks Before “I already knew what you all were, and I didn’t tell anyone.” Aislen finished her glass and held it out for Heath to refill.“Yeah, Rhett said that.” Cameron looked at Rhett.“If the pack knew that, though,” Rhett explained. “They would decide that you were too great a risk and kill you anyway, so we couldn’t let them know about that…”“And we couldn’t talk about it with you without breaking werewolf law,” Heath told Aislen. “Until you were officially ours, officially recognized as part of the pack, we could not openly talk about ourselves to you, or show you…”“I’m not part of the pack, or yours now,” she pointed out.“No, but things have changed,” Rhett let his hair fall over his face, avoiding looking at Heath. “You are in danger.”“You were an idiot,” Heath sighed out his frustration. “Arrogant and prideful as always and decided to show off what you knew with that f-king Secret Keeper poem.”“When you came back to Havermouth, we had another chance, be
Havermouth, Two Weeks Before The necklace around her neck was held together by a padlock. Heath hadn’t noticed it at Rhett’s tattoo parlor – things had happened so quickly, and he had been so angry, it was no wonder that the details of her outfit had skipped his notice. But he had seen it the moment they’d entered the kitchen, noting the workmanship of it and the glitter of diamonds.A love token from the vampire, he had decided straight away. It wasn’t until they were sitting across the table from each other and the infinity knot had slipped to the side, that he’d seen the padlock holding it closed at the rear. A tiny padlock, but a significant one. The necklace wasn’t a lover’s token but rather a declaration of ownership.Considering how the vampire had defended her against Heath the evening before, he wasn’t surprised that he had made sure to mark Aislen as his. A warning to Heath to back off, and a notice that the vampire intended to continue his pursuit of Aislen.Heath wasn’t s
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeJules leaned against the fence and wiped his brow on the back of his sleeve. “That’s done then,” he decided his eyes on the indignant wet sheep in the holding pen. They’d spent the day putting this part of the herd through the dip – a process that Rhett always found comical when he was drafted in to help, enjoying the complaints of the sheep as they treaded dosed water before being drained and released into the pen.Cameron had left him in bed that morning, however, as Rhett wasn’t himself. The sex the night before had been… strange. It had held shadows of the early part of the last five years, when sex between the Triquetra had been about hurting each other as much as getting off. Rhett hadn’t hurt Cameron precisely, but Cameron had known that the sex hadn’t been about him, although he was the recipient, but about Aislen.“Yeah,” Cameron agreed. “I’ll grab a shower, change and head home.” He headed towards the house.Jules checked the gate before followin
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeRhett couldn’t concentrate, so it was lucky that he didn’t have any clients booked – he had cleared his schedule anticipating that they would still be at the river house with Aislen. He pottered aimlessly in his office as a result, shuffling paperwork that he didn’t have the focus to read, and collecting up the empty coffee cups that clustered on every surface, pulling his face at those which had a skin of green over them.Coffee was a good idea, he decided, and the walk to Boyston’s and back would clear his mind, even if the trip risked him bumping into Heath. His blond mate had returned from work the night before in a foul mood having broken his own rules and gone to see Aislen, only to find the vampire already there.Rhett was the only one who hadn’t broken the rules so far, as Cameron had come knocking on his door the previous afternoon, still sweating from his run and reeking of sex with Aislen. Rhett had been trying to do something constructive with
Concordia, Eleven Hundred Years Before Thorarin looked out from the top of the sand dune. “A kings worth is measured not by his success on the battlefield during times of war, but in his daily judgements. It is too easy, my son, for a man to overlook the day-to-day in seeking glory, but the true glory of a ruler lies not in the battles won, but in the actions that he takes during peace time.” “Father,” Thaelen’s voice caught in his throat as he watched the wind string out Thorarin’s hair, the colored beads arranged in a pattern that only Abara had ever mastered and had taken to the grave with her. “How did you die? I must… I need to know. Were you…” He closed his eyes on the tears that burnt there, but they escaped anyway, sliding down his cheeks and into his beard. “Was it peaceful?” “Is death ever peaceful, Thaelen?” Thorarin replied without looking at him. “Especially for immortals such as we are? But, yes, perhaps. I recall little of it. We drank… and slept, and there was no mor
Concordia, Eleven Hundred Years BeforeThaelen was pleased to see Gyrd and his son leave through the stronghold gate as Thaelen led his army within the range of the archers on the walls of Gyrd’s stronghold – a move that required confidence that Gyrd would not turn traitor and shoot them from behind. The Lord’s presence was reassurance that treachery was not planned although the archers remained at alert, the top of the wall bristling with their strung bows.“My king,” Gyrd bowed. “You are a welcome sight to behold in the Gulgane armor.”“Gyrd,” Thaelen reached out to clasp the Lord’s arm. “And Timal,” he greeted Gyrd’s son and heir. “I thank you for your loyalty to the Gulgane family, and for holding this stronghold against the invading humans.”They turned to regard the campsite. The distance made the details difficult to make out, however there was no gathering of men, no readying of the siege machines that they had been constructing, and minimal activity. Thaelen narrowed his eyes