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Eighteen Weeks
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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,”
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The Werewolf Camp, Present TimeThere was no smoke or smell of fire in the air as she and Niarthen approached the werewolf camp. The squadron had arrived ahead of them, following the path of the river, and a couple of curious Mer soldiers were crossing the bridge as Lyric and Niarthen reached the end.They watched as one held out her hand, stilling the Mer man behind her. She knelt carefully onto the swaying bridge.“Trap,” Niarthen said in a low voice as there was a reaction amongst the Mer soldiers on the bank around them. “No one dares to get into the water for fear of its toxic effects. They need to either disarm the trap from the bridge or wait until a sub makes its way upstream.”“They were smart,” Lyric noted as the Mer continued to work at the trap. “Leaving a trap behind, in case the Van Helsings found the remains of the camp.”“Yes,” Niarthen agreed. “But we cannot be sure that they left until we access the island.”“Does it matter?” She asked warily. “If some remain on the
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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
The Pack's Emissary Cameron Stops a Riot
Trayrock, Present Time“Rhett! A word?”Cameron stopped, his attention caught by Phillip’s call, his eyes travelling from where Rhett had stopped just inside the door, to Talen and Heath deeper in the crowded bar, and back again. He made his decision, shrugged, and retraced his steps, meeting Phillip as he converged on Rhett.“Dad,” Rhett looked past Cameron at the busy interior of the pub, his eyes going to where Heath and Talen’s heads were visible through the crowd. Following Rhett’s gaze, Cameron realized with amusement that Aislen had entirely disappeared. He assumed she was near their blonde mates, as she had been with them when they’d entered, but she did not have the height to stand out as Heath and Talen did.“It’s not a great time,” Rhett’s attention returned to his father.“I had a visit while you were away, Rhett,” Phillip stalled him when Rhett tried to brush past him. “The Tenebrae Silvarum pack.”“Okay,” Rhett drew the word out into a question. “So what? They’re Trayro
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