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

Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeThaelen became aware of the meeting between the Captain of the Guard and Magnus and Hod when the redistribution of men caused a flurry of activity in the courtyard.He stood on the balcony overlooking the activities with a sour taste in his mouth and an uneasiness in his stomach. His teeth ground against each other as the fury rose within him. “Hmm,” he huffed as he watched Magnus and Hod walk out with the Captain to oversee the movement of the troops.“Thaelen,” Alyra said softly from behind him.He cast a glance over his shoulder. “I am not sure that I wish to hear what it is that you think you have to say to me,” he told her. “Or what could be said between us. Harithen is right. If you had sent the army, the city would be ours right now and we would be planning our next move into Greibron as conquerors. Instead, we cower in our towers, watching their wall for any sign that they may, emboldened by our defeat, attack us.”“That is certainly one i

Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeThaelen stood for a long moment looking down at her, fighting with his sense of betrayal, his anger, and his grief. Could he still call it home? He thought bitterly. However, he did not give voice to that ache within his chest, and instead drew in a deep breath and released it.“Thank you, Sigrid. It has been a very busy couple of days. I need to feed, and rest. Can you please arrange accommodations for Harithen?”“Thaelen,” Harithen started and then caught himself, color rising in his cheeks as he realized that protesting about being given separate accommodation to Thaelen in front of Hod, Magnus and Alyra would only put emphasis that it had been requested. “Thank you,” Harithen finished, his tone only slightly resentful. “I had hoped that we might… talk this evening?”“Tomorrow Harithen. You must also be weary,” Thaelen replied. “Sigrid will see to it that you are sent our finest blood slaves to help you settle into your accommodation,” and hope

Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeHe spent much of the remaining week going through his possessions and having them sent to the dock, to where Sigrid had arranged a ship for him. He was pleased with the ship, a mighty vessel made in the modern way, with generous holds, and passenger cabins to make travelling more pleasant. The captain insisted that he take the captain’s cabin, but Thaelen refused.“It would be a waste of effort for you to vacate the cabin, it is a one-way trip for me,” he told the captain, and saw that the man had suspected as such from the expression of sadness on his face. “But I thank you for the offer.”There had been no sign of Harithen in Concordia, and no report of him from the towers on the mountains. Thaelen considered travelling into Greibron in search of the prince, but he did not know where Harithen would have gone, where his allies were located, and the search would have been fruitless and dangerous as Thaelen was too recognizable.Hope was all that h

Havermouth, Present TimeMeguitte’s hands shook as she finished the first batch of the explosive mix, spreading the powder out in baking trays and setting them high on a shelf to dry. The mixture would not be explosive without the ignition, which would only be added just before its use, but she did not want anyone to interfere with it at this delicate point of the process. It would not take much to affect the delicate balance of ingredients.As she set the final tray onto the shelf, she braced her palms onto the counter. “Don’t do it Meguitte,” she said under her breath. He’d be thirsty and hungry by now, she argued with herself. And she needed samples.She wrung her hands against each other as she made her way through the warehouse to where the witches were cooking their evening meal. “Can I have some food for the prisoner?” She asked quietly.They gave her a bowl and a cup of tea, which she placed on a tray along with a candle, scissors and the tiny little condiment bowls from the k

Havermouth, Present Time“Not tonight,” Talen rose from the bed, and Cameron snorted himself awake, sitting up and rubbing his hands over his face as he pondered why everyone was out of bed, before realizing that Aislen was there and breaking into a bright smile that fell into dismay.“Holy crap!” Cameron threw back the covers and crawled down the bed, reaching the foot before Talen finished pulling on his trousers so that he reached the door first, pushing past Heath to gather Aislen up in his arms, burying his face into her hair. “I’m so happy to see you, and so scared that you’re here,” he said smothered against her.“You’re naked,” she reminded him, squeezing him back. Naked and hard, his c-ck throbbing against her, his body and mind travelling the fast path between sleep and sex that was so typical of him that she laughed breathlessly, her body responding to the sensual mental images that he always pictured so very clearly.“Not tonight,” Talen repeated as he wrapped the sheet ar