All Chapters of The Pack's Emissary: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Trayrock, Present TimeTiff shuddered as she got out of the car, holding her clutch purse tight to her chest. “So close to the water, Aislen. You have to be careful. So many weird things are happening, and it all comes back to the water and what is in it.”“Yes, we know,” Aislen agreed taking her mum by the elbow. Samuel, Talen, and the Triquetra were busy emptying the boots of the many purchases they’d all made. She encouraged Tiffany into the bar, pausing on the threshold as the stale smell of alcohol and smoke struck them.“We met in a very similar place,” Talen observed from behind her with amusement.“So we did,” she smiled up at him, before getting her stomach under control and guiding the mincing Tiffany further in. There were booths tucked under the windows. One was already occupied by Allistaire and his cameraman, and Jacinta and Addison. They looked up in interest as Talen and the Triquetra marched through towards a rear door that led into a stairwell.“Unusual occupation fo

Trayrock, Present Time“What about being scared I’ll turn people’s brains into scrambled eggs?” Aislen said to Heath under her breath as they navigated the congested entrance to the hospital. The carpet was faded underfoot, and the hospital smelled of disinfectant, sickness, and coffee from the café to the left of the sliding doors as they entered. There was a reception desk to the right, but Heath headed straight towards the staircase that dominated the foyer as if he knew where he was going. Which he did, she realized searching his thoughts. He had, of course, looked it up online.“Scrambled eggs,” Rhett sniggered.“If you’re going to practice your abilities on someone, Aislen,” Heath replied. “I’d rather it not be one of us. That aside, I’m trusting you. This is not a casual visit just for the fun of it. This is an opportunity to get medical care for a very important pregnancy, and a patient who has a history of complications. I wouldn’t risk civilians casually, but it will be nec

Trayrock Present Time“What does it mean?” Rhett asked as they left the ultrasound room. “I don’t get this. Someone spell it out for me.”“We haven’t been back together for eighteen weeks. It’s not possible that Aislen has been pregnant for that long,” Heath explained patiently, scanning the hallways. He was looking for Van Helsings, Aislen realized, and for any activity that might be because of the water illness. Ronnie had said that people weren’t allowed in and out, and yet, this section of the hospital had no signs of any issues and they had been able to get in and out without any problems. “Aislen wasn’t pregnant before she came to Havermouth. The baby is definitely ours, which means it is growing at an accelerated rate. Was it growing at an accelerated rate from inception, or has its growth increased since Aislen was turned?”“That’s bad, right?” Rhett was trying to get his head around it, his fingers fidgeting with the cigarette packet he’d stolen from Allistaire.“It’s cute,”

Trayrock, Present Time“Oh shit, that’s not good,” Cameron said as they approached the pub. The painted car parks directly before the pub were all filled, and Talen had to be inventive with his parking spot, positioning the car where there technically wasn’t a parking space beneath a tree.“I think this is a keep clear zone,” Heath commented.Talen arched an eyebrow in reply.“What’s with all the cars?” Aislen wondered. The street was filled with them. Talen wasn’t the only one creatively parking, more than one had slightly mounted the curb or parked bumper to bumper with those around them in order to squeeze in.“Busy night at the pub?” Rhett suggested. As they got out, music could be heard pumping out of the open pub doors and windows, along with the swell of voices.“Fuck,” Aislen winced. So much for keeping things hush-hush. For a pub that had all been closed according to Ronnie’s thoughts, they were having a busy day.They hurried along the pavement to the nearest door and had to

Havermouth, Present TimeThe mood had changed dramatically in the bunker, with the werewolf soldiers almost petulant about Sigrid’s presence amongst them. Sigrid had the officers on duty walk her and her Triquetra through an update on all the packs and towns that they were in contact with, marking the ones of note on a map with color-coded pins. As the werewolf officers returned to their stations, she reviewed the result. It was not a positive sight she admitted to herself as she added red pins to where the population was supportive of the Van Helsings, and green where they weren’t.The further inland, the denser the red, but even on the edges, and around the river, green was sparse, and had not noticeably expanded since Havermouth had been taken. “What has everyone been doing?” She complained to the board. “Sitting waiting for us to come and tell them to fight?”“Although August managed to motivate the packs to create their own armed forces and bunkers in their locations,” Greg repli