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The Pack's Dragon Mia Persuma Inillium
Lyric turned on the headlights as the sun slipped below the horizon. She had to decide whether to drive through the night or to find somewhere to stop and try to get some sleep. She had a swag in the back. It would be a tight fit with Niarthen, but they would be able to get some sleep.She did not feel entirely comfortable with the idea of sleeping within a crowded canvas structure with things like the person they had run over roaming the highway. Were there more out there? What was he anyway? Niarthen had spoken about him as a creature and as a type of weapon.What was going on? She wondered. How was the Order of Nexsis involved? The situation was far beyond what Arthur had ever speculated might happen. At no time had he spoken of mermaids, werewolves, and vampires… Or people who should have been dead and yet didn’t fucking die.This was far beyond anything she had been prepared for.“My mother died when I was young and I was raised by Arthur,” she said slowly, picking up on a conver
The Pack's Dragon The Old Wars
Havermouth, A few days after the stormThey slept well into the morning on their haybale bed that shouldn’t have been so comfortable, naked, and wrapped in each other. Lyric argued ferociously with her bladder when it woke her. She was warm, sleepy, and wrapped in her beautiful merman, and although she knew that they should have been on the road, and the longer they lingered the more chance there was of trouble, she did not want to move.Her bladder won and she slithered out from under Niarthen in order to put on her clothes before opening the shed door and rounding its side to squat and pee in private. It was a mild morning, and birds called cheerfully to each other, whilst the insects in the grass chirped about their business. Somewhere, out of sight, a herd of sheep commented on the weather.“It is a good morning,” Niarthen commented as he followed and peed into a patch of weeds.“We have to discuss the concept of privacy sometime,” she grumbled finishing her business before pullin
The Pack's Dragon The Dam and the Damned
Havermouth, A few days after the stormThe dam was both more and less dramatic than Lyric had anticipated. She had followed the signs along increasingly weaving roads framed by the tall, dark plantation trees that Zeus Forestry both planted and cut down in a perpetual cycle, until they drove along a narrow two-laned road pinned between an excavated rock face and a gorge.Ahead, the road narrowed even more where a curved wall spanned the gorge, connecting one side of the road to the other.Or it had done.A section had crumbled away under the pressure of the water held back by it, spilling the flood into the gorge, and from there into the river. At some point, the water had equalized behind what remained of the wall, only a drizzle slowly seeping down to the draining waters below.Perched just below the road, on the side of the gorge, was a building – a monitoring station. A black 4WD was parked in the narrow driveway down to it. Lyric put the Ute into reverse, backing up slowly until
The Pack's Dragon Fighting Chances
Havermouth, A few days after the stormLyric did not fight against the soldier’s grip, her eyes on Niarthen. The soldiers had put a slim metal band around one of his wrists, and she wasn’t sure what it did, but she knew that it had been placed for a reason, and that frightened her. They had bound his hands behind his back and thrown him into the rear of the second 4WD, before shoving her into the rear seat. A metal cage separated the sections.“Wrists,” the soldier stood in the open door holding a thick zip-tie.“I want to be in the back with him,” she told him. “He needs medical care.”“Nice try. Wrists,” he gestured impatiently.She put out her wrists docilely and let him tie them together. He pulled it tight enough that her wrists were held firmly but checked to make sure that it was not too tight.“Look,” he said under his breath. “You’re in trouble. Big trouble. But if you play it right, you’ll be okay. Just tell them that the big Merman abducted you and that you didn’t understan
The Pack's Dragon Haven Farm
Havermouth, A few days after the stormThey pulled off the main roads, and wove into the back tracks, far beyond the region that Lyric was familiar with before pulling into a farm. A graveled car park was filled with black vehicles and the light that spilled out of the windows of a farmhouse cottage cast moving shadows in the tinted windows that gave them the impression of being occupied.On the porch swung a sign “Haven Farm”. It was not a place that Lyric would consider a haven.As the soldiers dragged her and Niarthen from the 4WD, she could see tidy rows of vegetable gardens, but the vegetables appeared to be rotting unharvested. A travesty, she thought as they were hustled up the narrow pathways between them. Beyond the gardens, she could see some smaller cottages, and a campsite of little tents, as well as several makeshift gun-towers, in which she could see soldiers tracking their movements.Floodlights lit the area in glaring, unforgiving white light.Beyond that area, they we
The Pack's Dragon Compound B
Havermouth, A few days after the storm“I’ll take her,” the man washing the dishes volunteered, turning with his hands still covered in soap suds. “I need to go to Compound B anyway. Feeding time.”“Thank you, Toby,” Father Isaiah nodded. “Fortuitous timing.”Toby dried his hands off on a tea towel and crossed to take Lyric by the elbow.“Be careful with her,” the passenger said to him. “She’s feisty.”“She’ll behave,” Toby said firmly. “Come on, Susan.”He encouraged her out of the cottage and across the vegetable garden. “You are lucky,” he said under his breath. “I thought for a moment that he was going to have Sparrow interrogate you, from the way he was talking.”“I doubt that I would have enjoyed that,” she replied. They approached yet another black 4WD. “You guys sure went with variety, didn’t you?” She commented sarcastically. He opened the front passenger door and lifted her in before rounding the car to the driver’s side. “How do you know which car is yours when they all loo
The Pack's Dragon Compound A
Havermouth, A few days after the stormToby knocked on the door of Compound A and blew out a breath when there wasn’t a response. “Fucking arseholes,” he muttered before pounding harder with the ham of his hand.An intercom near the door scratched into life. A scream echoed through the speaker standing the hair on Lyric’s arms on end. “What?” A man asked, his voice distorted by his proximity to the microphone in an effort to be heard over the screaming.“What the fuck…? Ergh,” Toby huffed out irritably. “Father Isaiah wants the girl secured here until he’s finished his phone call.”“We’re busy.”“Father Isaiah,” Toby repeated with emphasis. “He’s at Compound B. If you want me to take her back there, you can deal with the fallout.” There was a click and Toby nodded. “Smart move.” He waited until the speaker went silent, his hand on the door handle. “Just keep to yourself,” he recommended to her. “Don’t do anything stupid.”“Sure,” she replied wondering what precisely they were about to
The Pack's Dragon The Pen Is Mightier Than The Sword
Havermouth, A few days after the stormCap on or cap off? Lyric wondered as she gripped the ball-point pen in her fist. She stood on the other side of the plastic strips, tracking the movements of the man mopping the floors, waiting for her moment. Cap on she decided.She took a deep breath. She had killed Chris and Lee, she told herself sternly. She could do this. The man on the other side of the plastic strips was not a good man. He had participated in the torture of the red-haired woman, and probably others before her and then gone on to whistle merrily as he cleaned up her blood. He deserved to die.When his back was to the plastic strips, she leaped through them, wrapping her legs around his waist, and arm around his shoulders, and stabbed the pen, pointed lid first, into his neck. She hit his jawbone, and he screamed. The mop struck the ground, released from his hands as he raised them, clawing at her in an effort to defend himself. She tried again, and this time the pen sank in
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