Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeThe river house was dark when Heath arrived home, and he knew by scent and the stillness that neither or his mates were there. He sat in the snug drinking whiskey and weeping, the tears tracking slowly down his face and off his chin onto his shirt in a constant stream of grief and misery.It stung. He had begged for her to love them, and she had turned it around on him, responded with anger and vileness. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, he thought bitterly. Mates were meant to recognize each other, to want and need each other, the way he had wanted and needed Cameron and Rhett even before he was mature enough to understand the source of that craving.Instead, they had been burdened with Aislen f-king Carter of the smart mouth, bad temper, who knew what they were, and… He felt a chill. How much did she know? He wondered. Did she know about rejecting the bond? No, he decided. She didn’t know that much, or he suspected, from her attitude, that she would
Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeTalen parked his Ute out front of the farmhouse watching as Sigrid’s children scattered, slipping into the farmhouse and gardens, leaving her alone on the swinging chair. She set her book aside and rose to her bare feet, drifting across the grass to meet him as he retrieved the parcel from his front passenger seat, her hands fluttering out anxiously, and her expression rapt.“Oh, be careful, Thaelen,” she told him. “It’s fragile.”“What is it?” He asked as he passed it carefully to her.She didn’t answer, turning with her prize and heading into the farmhouse, leaving the door open behind her. He took it as an invitation, one that was rarely extended to him, but she was evidently pleased with him for retrieving her parcel enough to let him into her abode.He looked around with interest as they entered. It was very much as it had been since he had last been inside, the furniture unchanged in two hundred years, and lit by candles and the fire. It was clean,
Havermouth, Three Weeks Before“Nope,” Cameron was panting as he clung to the gutter. He had managed to wedge his shoulders through the bathroom window, one toe on the rim of the bath and his arm muscles worked hard to lift himself through. “I can’t do it.”“Alright, get down before you hurt yourself,” Heath wrapped his arms around his mate’s waist, supporting him as Cameron slithered back down, both men overbalancing and tumbling into the bathtub in a tangle of limbs.Cameron’s russet curls tumbled over his forehead and his blue eyes danced with laughter as he lifted his head with a grin. “Hey.”Heath laughed and ruffled Cameron’s hair. “Nothing broken?”“A few bruises. You?”“Same. Safe to say, she’s not getting out that way,” Heath cupped Cameron’s jaw and lifted him along his body for a kiss. Cameron slid his knees between Heath’s and braced his hands on the rim of the bathtub so that he could deepen the kiss, his tongue stroking against Heath’s as he ground his c-ck against Heath
Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeRhett parked at the rear of his shop, and they walked to the Carter house in a nervous silence, trying to keep their pace and body language casual, but their footsteps quickening in pace with their heartbeats.At the Carter house, they slunk around to the gravel covered back yard, pressing tight to the honeysuckle draped fence past Aislen’s car, and then rounding the bonnet to toe the garden edging to the back door.Heath had worried about whether to try to swap cars, but he couldn’t hire anything without leaving a paper trail and borrowing from someone would just raise questions about why – however the solution was parked in the drive as they’d hoped it would be. Aislen’s car.His heart raced, and his palms were slippery as he unlocked the back door and they stepped into Aislen’s domain.Cameron breathed in the moment that they closed the door behind them. “Oh, god, I could get off on just the scent of her,” he said thickly. “So good.”“Not just her,” H
Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeTalen spent the day reviewing contracts, Tony’s plans for the business, and the revised safety standards of the work sites. They had ceased work for the day out of respect for Patrick Carter, allowing the staff to attend his funeral service so the site office was quiet, allowing the natural music of the birds and the trees to be heard.“I hope to be able to give you more of an idea of my movements tomorrow,” Talen said as he rose from the desk and went to the door. He leaned on the doorframe and breathed in the scent of the forest with appreciation. Buried in the depths of the trees, with the stillness of the site, there was a peacefulness to the location. “I will speak to my mate about her plans tonight and once I know her planned movements I will be able to adjust my own.”“I hope that you both stay locally,” Tony replied as he tidied the pile of paperwork into the file ready for the lawyer. “It is a good place to make a home, and with you being so car
Havermouth, Present time“I can feed myself,” Rhett protested. Heath and Cameron had helped him to the seat and Talen stood patiently spoon feeding him the slush from the bowl that he held. Despite his protests, Heath could see that Rhett’s hands shook when he lifted them from the arms of the chair, and even his head seemed heavy on his neck.Rhett ate half of the bowl, and then shook his head. “No more.”“A good start,” Talen said warmly stroking his hand over the curve of Rhett’s skull. “I will dispose of this and clean the kitchen area.”“Can you take off the cuffs first?” Rhett pleaded lifting his wrists, heavy with the chain, off the arms of the chair, trying to disguise the effort it took from him to do so. “I’m dying for a shower.”In order to fashion Rhett’s restraint, Cameron and Talen has recycled chains and strips of metal from around the warehouse, with Talen using sheer vampire strength to bend the metal into shape, therefore freedom from the cuffs and collar was only obt
Havermouth, Present TimeIt was a weird little meeting, Aislen thought as they gathered in the main room on the second floor of the warehouse. The Point Crest Triquetra stood before the assembly of Aislen’s Triquetra, Talen, and Leighton, whilst Mercy and Verina hovered in the background, both women drifting on the edges of the room as if uncertain whether they would be welcome to join.Leighton had directed Rhett to take a seat and had begun collecting samples. Her dark-haired mate leaned back in the seat, his head resting against the back of the chair and his eyes closed. He was pale and his eyes shadowed. His fever had broken and it seemed that he would not turn into a zombie, both things that she was grateful for, but she wasn’t stupid – she could see that he was far from recovered, and that he was still fighting the affects of the bite.“We will attempt to rappel to the other side of the river tonight,” Greg announced. “Under the cover of night, we believe that we should be succe
Havermouth, Present Time Aislen slid Talen looks under her eyelashes as he drove towards the MegaStore. He had said nothing during the process of Leighton selecting two of the sleepers to test blood on and had simply slit his wrist and allowed his blood to run into the mouth of the little boy. Nora was Leighton’s chosen recipient of Rhett’s blood and Aislen had watched Leighton pour the blood into her mouth with mixed feelings. Where she knew that Talen’s blood healed and did not harm, feeding a child blood of an infected werewolf seemed risky to her. Leighton, however, seemed to genuinely care about the people that he safeguarded, and she did not believe that he would do anything that he thought would harm any of them. Talen had not found it unusual at all, but she thought that blood was such a normal part of his life that it would not. Talen’s insistence that he administer the blood himself had her curious. She could tell that he knew that she was wondering and was considering how
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