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The Pack's Emissary Talen and Aislen Talk About Battle
Trayrock, Present Time“If clothing wasn’t such a precious commodity at the moment, we could shift,” Heath observed as they walked quickly along the pavement heading back to where Talen had parked. “It’s a beautiful night for it.”He was right, Aislen thought. The sky had that clarity that made the night bitterly cold but foretold a pretty morning and calm weather the next day. Which would make being out and about nicer than being in a thunderstorm but wouldn’t provide as much cover as one, Aislen thought.“There’s Ember,” Cameron pointed to a spark high above them. “Which means that Samuel’s probably up there somewhere. He disappears into the night sky.”“Do you think they’re right, and that they’re the last of their kind?” Aislen wondered.“They would know better than we would,” Heath answered. “But I hope not. I like the idea of a world with dragons in it,” he smiled as he watched the speck move in the sky. “I guess we grew up so isolated within the pack, that other supernaturals d
The Pack's Emissary Talen and Aislen Take a Shower
Trayrock, Present Time"It is unusual for us to be alone," Talen said softly stroking his fingers through her hair."I would ask if you felt we needed adult supervision," she teased him. "But I am not sure if the Triquetra counts as a single adult let alone three."He laughed, a low chuckle of sound. "They are slowly maturing. Another hundred years or two, perhaps?" He arched an eyebrow."Maybe two," she agreed. "Quick now, Daddy, before they get back. Not that they're ever unwelcome, but it's nice sometimes...""Hmm," his eyes were warm. She didn't need to elaborate. He understood and didn't judge her for wanting one on one.They stopped by their room to grab towels and toiletries before tiptoeing down the hall to the bathroom.It was not a big room and was going to be straining at the seams in the morning Aislen thought as Talen closed the door between them and the hall. The wall with the door held two toilet cubicles, and the opposite wall two shower cubicles. An island of sinks an
The Pack's Emissary The Death of a Witch
Havermouth, Present TimeConnery murmured in his sleep as Meguitte eased a little away. She stilled, not wanting to wake him, and took a moment to admire her mate. He lay on his back, his head tilted a little to the side, and the magically toned blue streetlights filtering through the window coverings played over the strong line of his jaw and the point of his cheekbone.There was a mole beneath the point of his jaw, hidden normally from sight, a delicate dark spot as if the point of a quill had rested there for a moment. His eyelashes were a mockery of every girl’s makeup routine, naturally long and dark, feathering shadow over his skin, and his hair made her fingers twitch, wanting to touch it. His lips were parted, soft and inviting.He’d pushed the blankets down, exposing the long lean lines of his torso, one leg, and the beginning of his dark pubic hair. If she pushed them down further, she would be able to lean over and take his cock into her mouth. She would taste herself upon
The Pack's Emissary Happenings in the Night
Trayrock, Present timeIt felt wonderful to be in his wolf shape- as if Heath had been sitting too long and his muscles had cramped into his man-form. Immediately upon his paws hitting the ground, he broke into a run, knowing that Rhett and Cameron would catch up and fall in behind him. He ran along the river barricade, dodging projections from the haphazard structure, feeling the tug as sharp pieces caught on his fur and pulled it free.He could hear the thud of other paws on the pavement in echo of his own, and the pant of their breaths. As the car drove past, it carried with it the scent of those within it, the dark forest musk of Talen and the rain and sex of Aislen which was now tempered with the underlying sweetness of milk. He wondered if she knew that. None of their mates had remarked upon it, nor had she, so he suspected she hadn’t detected it on herself yet.The taillights and engine noise faded away, leaving his Triquetra alone on the street.They played a game of hide and
The Pack's Emissary Say Hello to The Locals
Trayrock, Present TimeIt never failed to amaze him how quickly things went to shit, Rhett thought grimly as he crouched in the shadows of the doorway of a solicitor’s office. The bay windows on either side created an indented entranceway, but it was a fragile shelter and the car lights as the Van Helsings’ patrol arrived swept across him. He was lucky that he was black. He closed his eyes to prevent the back-reflection, despite how vulnerable that made him, reliant on his other senses to let him know what was happening around him and if he was in danger.With his white fur, Heath was most easily spotted in the night. Cameron’s deep red blended more easily into darkness, and Rhett was a walking, growling shadow. He’d seen Heath take shelter between two cars and then the werewolf soldiers, predictably, spot him. Rhett had been about to reveal himself when the Van Helsings had arrived, and the werewolf soldiers and Heath had fled.Rhett was trapped in his shallow shelter, but mostly he’
The Pack's Emissary Pointed Fingers
Trayrock, Present TimeThe werewolf soldiers checked ammunition while their leader counted heads and seemed satisfied with the tally. On the unspoken agreement of a group of werewolves used to moving as a pack, they all began to move along the road.Heath hung back.“You’re with us, Gale,” the she-wolf who’d pointed her gun at his head just minutes before gestured for him to fall in.“My mates are back there,” Heath told her. “I need to make sure that they’re okay.”“Mates eh?” She arched an eyebrow. “Most of us are content with one.”“Mhm,” he grimaced and started to turn back to the alleyway.“Uh-ah, Gale,” she rested her hand on her holster. “Number one, it’s too hot back that way. You go back and you’re taking your life in your hands. Number two, our pack leader is going to want to find out what a Havermouth wolf and his mates are doing in Trayrock during this war.”“Hmm,” Heath narrowed his eyes at her. “Your pack leader knows precisely why I’m here in Trayrock, soldier. That you
The Pack's Emissary Aislen FINALLY Gets What She’s After
Trayrock, Present Time“That was a very eventful night,” Talen commented as he paused by the back door where a smear of blood had dried black on the handle. “Hopefully it is at an end now.”“I should probably clean this shit up,” Rhett realized as they crossed bloody footprints on the ground. “Fuck.”“They probably have a bucket and mop behind the bar,” Aislen told him helpfully, smothering her grin at his dismay. “We’ll warm the bed up for you.”“You’d better,” he said as he entered the bar. His muttered curses were cut off by the door swinging closed behind him.“Fucking hell, he really did leave a mess behind,” Heath commented and started up the stairs, stepping around the footprints that Rhett had left. “What did he do? Bathe in blood?” He lifted his hand off the handrail to look at the smear of blood he’d collected on his fingertips. “Be careful, it’s still wet.” He sniffed at his hand.“What are you sniffing for?” Cameron slid him the side-eye. “It’s blood not crap.”“Zombie blo
The Pack's Emissary Your Harry
Havermouth, Present TimeTears streamed down Harry‘s face as they rose to their feet. They ran their hands over the lush hide of the weredragon. It was precisely the colour of Jules’ hair. Harry draped their body over the dragon’s chest, pressing their ear to the hide, celebrating the steady beat and rise and fall of the ribs. Alive. Gloriously alive. And they could feel the tie of their mate bond twining them together. With their eyes closed, Jules was a glow within the darkness.“Oh Jules, Jules, Jules…” They wept the words, stroking and luxuriating in the living creature that surrounded them with its bulk. It did not matter in the slightest that this Jules was not as Jules had been before… Harry’s most fervent wish had been granted and they had their mate back. “I knew it,” they whispered pressing kisses into the fur as they moved along the length of the dragon towards its head. “I knew that you were not gone.”They stroked over the dragon’s snout and pressed a kiss between his nos
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