When Rem had told me we would drive to London and be not taking the bus or train, I couldn’t contain my excitement to learn something new about him. I did not know Rem had a driver’s licence, nor that he had his own car. Sure, the car was actually for Hunter work, but that didn’t matter to me. I was just happy to know it would be just me and Rem together. No strangers.
Not to mention with the ability to drive, this meant we could cover more ground quicker than waiting on public transport. However, I also couldn’t help but wonder at all the places we could go together on dates.
“This is for Hunter work only,” Rem muttered aside to me, though kept his attention on the road ahead. “Not to be used for pleasure…” he continued, having heard my thoughts through the mind-link.
I stuck my tongue out at him playfully before going back to looking over the inside of the car and all the gadgets it
If the home of Rem’s grandmother was a mansion, the home of Rem’s parents was a palace! It sat on the city's outskirts, and a tall protective fence surrounded the entire area surrounding it! We were let in easily enough as Rem’s car had the controls for the gates. Once inside, we were greeted by many butlers and maids. They seemed to offer Rem all the respect in the world as they offered their bows and curtseys upon greeting him.Without blinking an eye, Rem continued on his way until he got to the oldest of the butlers. “Seb, are my parents’ home?” He questioned.“No, sir, though your mother is due to return within the hour,” the man named Seb replied. He had greying black hair that was brushed back neatly and a pair of smart spectacles. He wore a smart suit and held himself in a rather formal position.From the surrounding smells, I could tell that none of these people was a Hunter. They di
It had been about half an hour since we had arrived here and had researched the local supernatural populace. Seb had come with the required tea and biscuits and had left again just as quickly. Rem was in full work mode and I was happily helping him. That was when I heard the quick click-clack sound of heels on wooden flooring. Someone, a woman, was racing in our direction. I heard her before Rem was even aware she had entered the library. I looked up towards the open doorway of the hidden room and waited. “What’s wrong?” Rem asked though he didn’t take his eyes off of the notes he was going over. However, before I could say anything at all, the high-pitched squealing of a woman echoed out into the library. “Rath!” Rem flinched. I blinked as a tall woman in heels almost skidded around the corner and peered right at me. She had long blonde hair, which fell in natural twirls. Her eyes were that wonderful bright blue, which
By the time we had finished gathering as much data as we could, the click-clack of Heather’s shoes was heard once more, though this time they were accompanied by a heavier set of leather shoes tapping the ground. I could hear several voices, though they remained near the entrance of the library somewhere. I could smell them, Hunters. One, in particular, held my attention. The one following Heather. As the two turned the corner, his hard gaze fell on me. His eyes were more of a grey and his hair was a salt and pepper nature that was brushed back into a tidy bun. I could tell he was unhappy with me being here, but one glance from Rem, the man easily backed down from his nature to deal with a werewolf in his home. He remained unhappy, however. “Father,” Rem greeted the man with the same cold indifference as he gathered the notes and stood up from the table. He held out his hand towards me and I added my pile to his. He then
The drive further into the city was quiet. I had finally explained in full to Rem who I was going to talk with. At first, he hadn’t really comprehended that there was a large group of Ancient Ones camping out in St. Paul’s Cathedral, but the more I spoke of their looks and manner of speaking, the more aware he was that I was telling the truth. He was silently trying to figure out what family they belonged to, but I had stumped him. He knew of Rakesh and his sister, but that was it. Even I didn’t know who or what they were when I first ran into them, but after I had fully awakened, the memories had flooded back. Rem had no such luck in gaining any memories from the spirit that had been reborn inside of him. “I didn’t keep it from you for any poor reasons,” I said, trying to break the silence. I wanted him to know that I had really wanted to explain things sooner. The truth was, I just didn’t know how to go about it without him being furious with
I realised my request for aid had surprised the Ancient Ones, not because werewolves were fighting, they were used to that, but that I had mated with a Hunter and was now working together with one for peace. They seemed unsure, but I had somehow convinced them to at least meet Rem without fear for their safety. I may have been a spirit, something they respected, but they were not beholden to follow my orders. Sending out the word to Rem through the mindlink, I waited for him to arrive. He seemed as unsure and nervous as the group before him. I offered out my hand for him to take, giving him my support emotionally and physically. He took my hand sheepishly. He was nervous about showing affection openly in front of other supernatural beings but was more anxious about being in front of such a large group that could easily kill us both. For a moment, there was a deafening silence between him and the Ancient Ones. Finally, the elder spoke, “
A full day had passed by the time the Hunters had returned with the information we needed to progress our search for those who were still living in or around the London area. A few werewolf families had moved to safer locations, but one or two remained, and I hoped we could convince them to join me. As for other supernatural beings, many of them remained in the city, as the Hunters had deemed them safe enough to remain. I was glad that the information would be more than enough to help the Ancient Ones find these beings and convince them to join our cause. I reached out with my mind and relayed the locations to them. With most of my memories returning and knowing that they had kept their minds open to me, it wasn’t a hard task. With how many of them helping us there were, I knew this would not take long at all. Rem and the Hunters of London had gone to do their own recruiting. However, convincing humans to help wasn’t always easy. Those who were
It is amazing what asking a group of Ancient Ones to help can do for a person in just one day. I had stuck around with Rem in London despite the rest of the Hunters journeying to Cardiff in the morning. I had wanted to make sure they did not need me to meet with some groups that we had confirmation on. Thankfully, a majority of the groups had expressed a willingness to come back with us, if it meant the Hunters would relax on their rules so much. I knew asking the Ancient Ones to help was the right idea. Everyone respected them, as they were almost like gods to other supernatural beings. Sure, I was the Star, but not everyone knew of that legend or understood the importance of spirits and their effect on the world. Many didn’t even know they existed to begin with, so I decided it was far better to send the group that they revered more than me. I didn’t mind not getting all the attention, anyway. “So,” Rem said as he slipped up beside me as we m
It took a solid moment for Dave to stop freaking out about Rem having a werewolf boyfriend. I wasn’t sure if he would ever stop trying to lecture Rem about it all. Luckily, the shop was rather quiet, so no one could hear him ranting and raving about werewolves and their annoying attempts at trying to force their will on others. Rem rolled his eyes as Dave tried to re-start the argument all over and moved to grab the shop floor keys from behind the desk. He seemed to make himself right at home in Dave’s shop. He locked the door and then tossed the key back over to Dave, who caught it with no issue. “Are you even listening to my complaints here, Rath!?” Dave called over to Rem as I just stood there like an idiot as I watched my lover and this short, stocky little man with fiery red hair and a bushy beard argue back and forth. “Not even a little,” Rem replied with an indifferent tone of voice. He then moved over to my side and pointed towa