Havermouth, Present TimeAislen caught at Talen’s elbow. “Hey,” she said her eyes flicking to the vampires around her. “Talen… I am so glad you are back, but this sounds… dangerous.”He paused and cupped her cheek on his palm leaning down until his breath warmed her lips. “We will stalk and kill the Van Helsing soldiers who make themselves vulnerable. Maybe they will step away from their post in order to urinate against a wall… Maybe their shoelace will come untied, and they will bend over to tie it taking their eyes off the road... Maybe they will be the one left manning the post whilst their partner follows a pretty girl into the shadows… Whatever way it unfolds, we will be the nightmares of shadow stalking them.“In the light, they have the advantage of numbers, but in the shadows of night, we can outrun them, we can sneak up on them, and we can kill them before they can put a finger to the trigger. Is there a risk?” His fingers stroked through her hair. “Of course, there is a risk
Havermouth, Present time Aislen and Tyler picked through the remaining supplies, organizing bedding. “I’m not one hundred percent where to put you,” she said, her cheeks coloring. “You won’t want to be in with us…” Tyler snorted his laughter. “F-k no,” he agreed emphatically. “You’re all nice to look at, and voyeurism is fun and all, but I have a better offer, actually,” he paused, glancing over his shoulder to the doorway where Leighton had taken Izeikiel and Samuel. “So, we’ll find a quiet, private place and cuddle up.” “Alright, good luck,” she glanced over her shoulder as one of the doors to the smaller offices opened and Bianca stepped out, closing it quietly behind her so as not the disturb whoever she was sharing it with. “I should go back to Rhett,” Aislen said to Tyler. “If you are going to be okay?” “All good,” Tyler replied cheerfully examining an hand pump for the air mattress at his feet. He compressed it. “Sort of kinky,” he said with a mischievous smirk. “I really d
Havermouth, Present TimeCameron was ebullient on the way back to the Ute, his steps bouncing, and his grin wide. He nudged up against Heath with his shoulder playfully. “That felt good, didn’t it?” He prompted his mate. “Seeing Lauren and Anne get Jessica back, and helping them to move to Anne’s house.”“Yeah,” Heath glanced over his shoulder, and linked his arm through Cameron’s. “Cam…” He broke off at the sound of engines, and the squeal of tyres. They both dove into the bushes and crouched looking back to where the Van Helsings had pulled up out front of Lauren’s house, their car lights flooding the house with cold light and dark shadow.Many armed men flooded the house, moving through it, calling out to themselves, their words stolen by distance, but their purpose clear. They were searching for Lauren and, presumably, Jessica.“Look,” Heath hissed, his hand squeezing the cuff around Cameron’s wrist so that it pinched skin against bone, but Cameron didn’t protest, his eyes followi
Concordia, Eleven Hundred Years BeforeThaelen lay for a long moment with his eyes closed evaluating himself. He felt weak, drained of energy but awake and alert. The bloated tightness of his stomach had eased which was a good sign that his body had adjusted and made use of the blood that he had consumed. From the stuffy warmth of the tent and the amount of noise outside the canvas, he knew that it was at least late morning.He was alone within the tent, although he could hear the steady snick-snick of a blade passing over a whetstone from the entrance of the tent and knew that someone guarded over his sleep whilst they tended to their weapons.His skin felt greasy and sticky with old sweat, and he could smell the sharpness of it on his skin and clothing. If he achieved nothing else that day, he decided, he would go to the water and bathe. He opened his eyes and waited for the haloes to clear before sitting up slowly, testing to see if the world dipped and swayed or stayed steady.The
Concordia, Eleven Hundred Years AgoThaelen kept his hand on Gera’s shoulder as the weeping Beupraxia’s head was shaved. She had fought, jerking her head away several times, causing the razor to slip. The vampire removing her hair had immediately healed the wounds, but the spilled blood dyed her scalp in shades of red and white. The fight had gone from her, and she sat, her fingers stroking over the strands of her long, shorn hair that had fallen into her lap as it had been cut from her head.Without the abundance of her hair around her face, her bone structure was stark, and the healed scars on her cheeks florid. Her experiences as a captive had hollowed her cheeks and sunk her eyes. Thaelen had branded her face with the intention of stripping her beauty from her, but beauty was a fragile thing, he thought, and already that beauty had been fading under the duress of her circumstances.Isolte and Caerin stood to Thaelen’s side, and he glanced down at Isolte to see that she wept, silen
Havermouth, Three Weeks Before Heath dropped Cameron back at his Ute with strict instructions to go home and stay there, and returned to his office. Someone would have seen, he knew. Someone would have seen Cameron running too or from Aislen’s house, and that news would get back to Abigail. All he could do was hope that it didn’t and wait and see if the Triquetra was summoned to the estate. He was not entirely surprised therefore when, within half an hour, Lillian was hovering in his office door, rapping on the wood with her knuckles and clearing her throat. “Umm, Heath,” she said. “Just let me through,” Charlie Gale shoved through. “This is ridiculous Heath, barring your own father from your office.” Heath rose to his feet, smoothing down his waistcoat, and stepped around the desk. “Coffee, Lilli, if you would be so kind,” he said. “Sure Heath,” she replied and pulled the door closed behind Charlie as he stepped in. “Let’s not pretend that you don’t know why I am here,” Charlie
Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeTalen woke at just past midday, his body protesting. He had long chosen to live nocturnally, and his body clock was fighting to adjust to the new sleep schedule.It had been tempting to stay with Morgana, to spend all of the day with her, however he did not want to take over her life completely. He also needed to sort out the complication of the tattoo artist and explore the possibility that Morgana was not as human as she appeared.If she were human, the more that he was with her the more likely it was that she would notice the differences between him and a human man – such as the fact that he did not eat food – and, despite his suspicion that Morgana wasn’t human, he had to proceed as if she were until he knew otherwise.If Morgana were supernatural, it would make it much easier to reveal his true nature, and the nature of their connection, however either way, he wanted to give her time and space, for her to recognize what they had between them and to
Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeTalen passed the tattoo parlour on his way to Morgana’s and found it busy with patrons, but with no sign of the sexy tattoo artist. That was okay, he told himself as he headed back towards his mate, he wasn’t ready for the tattoo artist yet. He liked to know who he was up against, and he wanted to understand the man’s relationship with Morgana before he took any action.As he headed down the street, he saw a slick sedan pull into Morgana’s driveway. “Hmm,” he hummed to himself. “Speaking of the devil.”He parked in front of the house and rounded the Ute to find not the tattoo artist but the blond who had been dining on the sidewalk when Talen had met his mate. Two alpha werewolves – a sexy tattoo artist, and the smoking hot sophisticated suit. Very interesting. He raised his eyebrows as he evaluated the development and Morgana’s expression of dismay. And very unwelcome.“Who the f-k are you expecting?” The smoldering grey eyed suit demanded of Morgana an
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