All Chapters of The Pack's Rebels: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Havermouth, Present TimeHeath had not returned from his visit to his mother; however, Cameron and Rhett had completed their shower, and both, dressed in matching green uniforms, were working their way through the food on the table.“Talen!” Cameron half stood when Talen entered and then caught himself as Rohan followed Talen into the room, exchanging a wary look with Rhett. “Never mind,” he said as he sat back down. “Did you have a nice walk?”“We interrogated the prisoners,” Talen told them as Rohan closed the door. “Nothing too surprising.” He sat next to Cameron and placed his hand on Cameron’s thigh, giving it a squeeze in acknowledgement that his mates had something that they wanted to share but that they did not intend to do so in front of Rohan. “Rohan is going to share with us August’s plans.”“I guess I am,” Rohan agreed sinking down into the seat next to Rhett. “We are in contact with packs throughout the country who have been preparing for war under August’s direction. Bet

Havermouth, Present TimeAs the night darkened outside the window, Harry moved around the room lighting candles and Jules tried to concentrate on the map of the town that was spread out before him and not on the spectacular beauty and grace of his mate. He wasn’t the only one distracted by it, he thought, catching Jacob Rever with his mouth hanging open tracking Harry’s movements.Sensing his gaze Jacob’s eyes met Jules’ and he flushed. “Sorry Jules. Right, so you were saying, we’ll hit these roadblocks here, here, and here. Diana?”Diana Boyston nodded. “I’ll use the distraction to move the children to the new safe houses and reunite them with their parents.”“James Jones took a crew to the MegaStore earlier,” Casey Donald told them. “They’re planning on taking out the Van Helsings’ generator and as many of their cars as they can. It’s only fair that if we have to get by without power, they do too.”“That should keep them busy,” Jules’ smile was vindictive. “We’d best finish up for t

Havermouth, Present Time“Park around the back,” Sigrid told Greg.“It’s further for Tom to walk,” Dan protested.“But out of sight,” Sigrid told him over her shoulder. “And we do not know how far away pursuit is. Better for us to carry Tom to where we go, than for the car to be a flag pointing to our destination.”They couldn’t argue with that logic and rounded the ancient warehouse to it’s rear, where similarly abandoned vehicles including those from Zeus which had carried her across the rickety old train bridge had been abandoned.The warehouse itself was bereft of life. As they got out of the car, the night air picking back Sigrid’s hair and dragging at her skirt, looking up at the shadowy building, she thought there was nothing about it that would make her think that there was life within.She paused a moment, looking around, remembering Harry’s werewolf’s advice that they had spread out. She could just faintly see light through a warehouse to one side and behind. Perhaps that wa

Havermouth, Present TimeThe stairs groaned beneath Jules and Harry’s footsteps as they headed to the second level with Aaron. Toby hung back, waiting for Aislen’s attention. “I have to go to the MegaStore,” he told her. “Tyler and Izeikiel have been waiting for me and if we’re expecting trouble here… I need the things from there.”“Okay,” she agreed, distracted by her own mission.“Aislen,” he reached out for her arm, but stopped himself from touching her. “You should stay here. Don’t go to wherever it is that you are going. What you can do to people’s heads… It’s scary and dangerous and if the wrong people find out what you can do, they will use it to do worse things than you can even imagine.”She paused. She had known that he was disturbed after watching her search August’s head for details of the war and that she should have spoken to him, offered some reassurance. “I don’t use it that much, Toby,” she said, feeling guilty. She should have sent him from the room, she thought, rat

Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeBehind Harithen there was a scream as one of Thaelen’s soldiers sprouted an arrow in the forehead, dropping to the ground. Thaelen rushed out, pushing Harithen against the curve of the tower wall. The roof tops of the houses bristled with archers and gunners, and he could see the gleam of armour moving through the narrow streets of the city beyond. Far too many.“F-k!” He gripped Harithen by the gambeson, pushing him towards the crenelations as from below there was the harsh bark of gun fire. “We cannot hold this side of the wall against so many,” he told the golden-haired prince. “We have no choice but to retreat.”Stone sparked near their heads as a bullet struck against it, the metal ball shattering under the impact.Haethnir held up a shield as Alyra, Hod and Magnus followed them out onto the wall, the thunk of arrows impacting on the outward facing side rapid, the wood splintering as the points pierced it. He swore as a bullet grazed his thig