All Chapters of The Pack's Rebels: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Present Time“Umm,” Toby leaned in the door. “There are birds leaving really weird stuff in the courtyard at the rear of the warehouse and these people back here don’t want to touch any of it as they say it’s spell components.”“Hmm,” Meguitte touched Bianca’s forehead. “She will be fine for a moment,” she decided and slid past Toby into the bowels of the warehouse.Toby lingered, his eyes going from Bianca to Aislen. “Is she okay?” He wondered.“I hope so,” Aislen sighed heavily and stood up, stretching out cramped back muscles. The stools around the benches weren’t designed for comfort, but she supposed their normal use didn’t involve sitting on them for hours and watching someone sleep.“So…” He said looking around at the windows. “This place isn’t very defensible. I’m also not entirely sure how much light escapes through these windows at night.”“Cameron’s dad chose the warehouses. He’s pretty smart. I’m sure that he checked for that.”“We’ll see,” he walked over to the glass and

Havermouth, Present Time“Where did Aaron go?” Cameron asked suddenly. There had been so much happening that it hadn’t been until they were two streets away that he realized that he hadn’t seen the warlock since the butcher and his apprentices had exploded out of their shop to fight the Van Helsings.“F-k,” Rhett looked around as if expecting to see the warlock hiding in the back. “Did we leave him behind?”“No, he ran away,” Connery said, mildly. “I saw him take off back the way we went.”“Seriously?” Cameron’s jaw dropped. “What a coward. I just don’t like the guy,” he added meeting Talen’s eyes in the rear-view mirror. “I don’t like how he looks at Aislen, the way he talks, and… I don’t like him.”“Noted,” Talen nodded grimly. “You are not alone there,” he said as he pulled off down a dead-end street and parked. “I had an encounter with a witch in Rideten that made no sense to me,” he said as he got out of the car. “But, I suspect from things that Morgana has said off and on, that

Havermouth, Present TimeTalen followed the big alpha through a door into a cement lined corridor, walking close enough that the werewolf had to feel his breath warm against the back of his neck. His investigation into the death of Patrick Carter had been shelved due to the flood and resulting drama, but he had not forgotten, and the opportunity had so conveniently fallen into his lap that he could not resist but to pursue it.It also enabled him to see more of the underground compound that the werewolves had built. There had been two doors close together, and from what he had seen through the other door, he suspected that one way was used by those higher ranking in the pack, and probably lead into more opulent accommodation, from the rich carpet, art-work on the walls, and ambient lighting.The door that they had taken had led into a serviceable corridor, unpainted bare cement walls and floor, and harsh, energy efficient lighting that made his eyes water. The corridor branched off at

Havermouth, Present TimeAislen strutted across to her warehouse with an extra bounce in her step. “I could drink an entire bottle of champagne,” she told Meguitte cheerfully. “Take that August. We’re going to have to let him go at some point, of course, but we’ll let them brew there in their little circle until the big boys come home, and let August explain himself to Talen,” she grinned widely.In the kitchen, Meguitte checked on Bianca, and Toby returned the knives to the drawers.“You did good, Toby,” Aislen told him as she slid onto a stool.“Umm, thanks,” he colored. “I’ll get back to it then. I’m going to make a run to the MegaStore with a couple of vampires…” He closed his eyes on a grimace. “I can’t believe that sentence just came out of my mouth,” he said under his breath and drew in a deep breath before releasing it and opening his eyes. “The MegaStore stocks a lot of camping supplies… I’m really surprised that you guys haven’t prepped better. There are things in there like

Havermouth, Present TimeAislen crossed to the vampire warehouse with Toby, and he knocked on the door. After a moment something inside moved, shaking the door as it did so. “They have secured their warehouse,” he explained to her with an air of approval. “By blocking up the doorways.”A young man opened the door and regarded them both without speaking. His clothing gave the impression of being old and well cared for, the elaborate embroidery on the high collar and turned back cuffs faded but otherwise perfect, and the shirt that he wore below it tea-stain white and crumpled as if the fabric had lost its shape due to over-washing and age.“Is Tyler here?” Toby asked.The young man closed the door without responding.“They’re very friendly,” Toby whispered exaggeratedly sliding her a look out of the corner of his eye.“So, I see,” she replied dryly.The door opened and a thin, gaunt cheeked man looked through his hair at them, before stepping to the side to reveal Tyler who grinned. “H