All Chapters of The Pack's Hybrids: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Havermouth, Present TimeCameron looked at Rhett and then Jules, trying to decide whether to trust the strange werewolf or not. “How did you get here?” He asked slowly, turning his eyes back to the elegant man in his midnight blue velvet jacket. It was a nice jacket, Cameron thought, and would fit him. He imagined it on him, paired with a tie and a bare chest, and how his mates would look at him, and slid a look at Rhett, who grinned back at him.Cameron laughed under his breath, before refocusing on the other man. “We need to know more about you, before we can decide whether to trust you,” he explained.Connery’s eyes swept around the room, before he stepped closer. “Three hundred years ago,” he said softly as he put his hand into his pocket. He drew out a length of black. Hair, Cameron saw. Braided and tied at top and bottom. “My mate was… well, I needed a healer. Meguitte,” his thumb stroked over the braid of hair. “Helped where others would not. She saved my mate’s life, for a tim

Havermouth, Present Time“Like this?” Guy held up his partially folded sparrow.“Getting closer,” Meguitte smiled stiffly, trying to inject sincerity into her expression.Lark had returned with Guy, repaired the ward without noticing Meguitte’s hidden interference, and then left Meguitte with the human man, without explanation, simply closing the door.Meguitte wondered if Logan knew that Lark had left her alone with another man. She suspected not. She stored the information away in her mind carefully just in case, however she was hoping that she wouldn’t need it. Her blood-infused paper-sparrow familiar facsimiles under the carpet meant that her magic was bridging Lark’s, breaking the ward. It was shoddy work by Lark not to have noticed, however Meguitte suspected that Lark’s magical learning was not as well rounded as her own.She just had to work out how to use the magical break and her little paper-weapons to her best advantage. She could not move far or fast with the chains aroun

Havermouth, Present Time“Where are we going?” June’s neck was on a swivel craning around as they headed down the quiet suburban street. Aislen tightened her grip on the other woman’s upper arm and saw June suck in a breath and send her wary glance. The human woman knew that despite the friendly expression, that they weren’t f-king around. Their pace along the street added to the heart racing sense of urgency.“High school,” Aislen replied with a sour smile. “Yeah, I know. It’s not my lucky place, is it?”“Yeah, if I were you’d I’d be staying far away from there,” June pulled a face and leant experimentally against Aislen’s grip, testing Aislen’s hold.“High school sucks for everyone,” Bianca agreed.“Yeah, but…” June started, but trailed off when Aislen shook her head. “Alright,” she said dubiously.“So, what the f-k is going on, June?” Aislen prompted. “How the f-k did Guy get out of prison and end up toting a f-king machine gun?”“Ah,” June grimaced. “Yeah… It’s the church,” she ex

Astreau, Nine Hundred and Forty Years BeforeAfter the two new vampires left, Thaelen threw himself onto his bed face down. Meguitte was right, he thought with amusement, he was beginning to be a drunk, getting into the habit of drinking more wine than he should instead of the blood that he actually craved, substituting one red liquid for the other although he did not have to, out of some sense of guilt.Between the four vampires, comparing the ways of their lands, they had finished off several bottles of wine, and Thaelen’s head swum as he sank face first into the feather-down cushions, the alcohol’s effects exacerbated by his empty stomach. He knew it was only temporary, his vampiric constitution would deal with the alcohol quickly.He felt the mattress move and knew that Meguitte sat beside his hips. He groaned and rolled over heavily; his eyes closed. “I think we are meant to live like the vampires here,” he told her. “I think I was sent here by the goddess to learn how they live,

Astreau, Nine Hundred and Forty Years BeforeThe den of intoxicated humans was a vampire feast, as Luos and Willa had promised, with each human offering a mouthful or two of euphoria and all oblivious or confused by the vampires that moved amongst them. Thaelen leaned against a wall with Luos at his side and watched as the vampire drank from the throat of a woman.“You drink from their throats,” Thaelen commented.“Do you not?” Luos was surprised.“In battle, or…” Thaelen’s smile was slow and heated. “During sex with your lover. But between blood slaves and vampires? The wrist is considered better manners.”“Better manners?” Luos burst out laughing. “Vampire manners. Oh, my goodness,” he wiped the tears from his eyes as he set the woman, who complained over his noise and the jostling, down to where he had gotten her. “I really must see this Concordia of yours, Thaelen.”“Hmm,” Thaelen watched a rat test the fingers of a man to see if he was edible, before scurrying away and wondered h