All Chapters of The Pack's Dragon: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Havermouth, Present Time“No,” Heath eased back off the mattress. “In fact, you’ve come at the perfect time.” He hauled the limp Cameron off the mattress, causing his red-haired mate to grunt in surprise, before turning and setting him down, seated on the foot of the bed.Cameron grinned at Aislen. “Hi. And eww,” he pulled a face at the smears of lube that Heath had left on his skin.“Hi,” she giggled at his disgust, and stepped into the room, pulling off her clothes and discarding them onto the floor. “I think I know where Heath is going with this… Facing you, or away?” She asked Heath as she closed the bedroom door just in case Stella returned. As open-minded and in touch with nature as the witch was, walking in on an Aislen sandwich would be pressing the friendship.“Facing Cameron,” Heath caught her by the waist and left a slick of lube on her as he lifted her to straddle Cameron’s hips.“Mmm,” Cameron caught her arse cheeks in the palms of his hands and lowered his mouth to hers

Havermouth, Present TimeThe heat was fierce, driving the people inside their homes to sleep through the hottest part of the day. Samuel’s tunic stuck to his back with sweat, and he was grateful for the swath of cloth that kept the sun from beating down upon his head. At his side, Ember reveled in the heat, lifting her face to the rays of the sun, soaking it in.He watched her, in between sweeping gazes over the street and buildings around them, ever vigilant for attack, for there were always those humans who sought to prey on others. The sun had reddened her cheeks, forehead, and nose, and her hair shimmered with absorbed heat. She was storing energy, basking in the bright golden rays of sunshine. Her beauty astonished and awed him. Like a flame, she was both fragile and fierce, the warmth of a hearth, but also the danger of a raging forest fire.The buildings were built for the sand and sun, the walls made of a stone, limestone, and volcanic ash mixture that was quick to build with,

Havermouth, Present Time“I can sit in the back with him,” Cameron offered under his breath as he intercepted Aislen on her way to the back passenger door.“Nah, it’s alright. You ride up front with Talen. I want to chat with Rhett’s daddy, make sure he understands the rules when we get to Rideten,” Aislen told him.“Ah,” Cameron reached for the door handle. “If he tries something…”“He won’t,” Aislen said with confidence standing on tip toe to press a kiss against his cheek running her hands over his shoulders with fond appreciation and enjoyment. “I’ll fry his brain if he tries,” she told him as she sank back onto her heels. “Don’t worry, Cam.”As she slid into the car and Cameron closed the door behind her, Talen twisted in his seat and raised an eyebrow. “You know,” she laughed at him. “You communicate as much with your eyebrows as you do with your voice, Daddy.”He added the second eyebrow and blinked innocently, before smirking and turning forwards again as Cameron buckled his s

Havermouth, Present TimeSamuel had always found the farmhouse and its surrounding buildings to be a peaceful, almost spiritual place, caught in a moment of time like an insect in amber as Sigrid had resisted changing her home, and water was still hand pumped into the bathroom, and the rooms were lit by candlelight and the fireplace.There were ruins amongst the rambling gardens and fields – little cottages for those that served the farmhouse and worked the farm around it. Samuel knew of the tragic misunderstanding that had led to those ruins and the deaths of those who had lived within them and suspected that Sigrid’s refusal to move or upgrade her home was as a monument of grief for those that had died, but mostly for that break in her relationship with her vampire-father.That refusal meant that there was an eternal need for wood, and, amongst the skeletons of vehicles that had made their way into the barn at some point and had never left, was an impressive woodpile. Sigrid and her

Rideten, Present TimeThey were swept into the house on a tide of women, voices overlapping in a craze that gave Rhett an instant headache. He managed to determine that those within the house were refugees of a sort, hiding from the Van Helsings and their cuffs. Part of him wanted to snarl at them that whilst the witches had been baking bread and burning incense, others were out there dying, but he managed to keep his temper in check.Stella quickly took control and began issuing instructions and orders. Rhett eased back out the way that they’d come and slipped onto the porch. There, overlooking the pretty garden, he took one of the prettily cushioned wicker chairs, propped his feet up on the bright patchwork of an ottoman, and lit a smoke.The door opened and Phillip stepped out, smoothing his hair back from his face as he scanned around him, spotting Rhett.“Fuck,” Rhett muttered. He should have followed the porch around the house and found a hidey hole.“There you are,” Phillip cro