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The Pack's Rebels Besafora and Gera
Present Time“Umm,” Toby leaned in the door. “There are birds leaving really weird stuff in the courtyard at the rear of the warehouse and these people back here don’t want to touch any of it as they say it’s spell components.”“Hmm,” Meguitte touched Bianca’s forehead. “She will be fine for a moment,” she decided and slid past Toby into the bowels of the warehouse.Toby lingered, his eyes going from Bianca to Aislen. “Is she okay?” He wondered.“I hope so,” Aislen sighed heavily and stood up, stretching out cramped back muscles. The stools around the benches weren’t designed for comfort, but she supposed their normal use didn’t involve sitting on them for hours and watching someone sleep.“So…” He said looking around at the windows. “This place isn’t very defensible. I’m also not entirely sure how much light escapes through these windows at night.”“Cameron’s dad chose the warehouses. He’s pretty smart. I’m sure that he checked for that.”“We’ll see,” he walked over to the glass and
The Pack's Rebels Tea With Verina
Present TimeThe creak of the door seemed to echo through the warehouse. It felt dead within where it had been feeling like an overcrowded dormitory. “Hello?” Aislen called out, her voice too loud for the quiet.“F-k,” she muttered as she stepped in and closed the door behind her. Not that it had been great before, but they had really trashed the place, she thought as she moved through the reception. There were chalk marks from the witches' circles on the floor, paper had been peeled from the windows, the stretcher from the ambulance had been shoved back against the wall, and she’d created a skylight in the floor...She kicked around debris as she walked past the abandoned offices, bits and pieces stolen from the MegaStore and left behind when everyone had moved, crumpled rubbish, and empty packaging.The air stank like cat food and musty laundry.The door into the zombie chamber was gone. She stood there for a moment with her mouth open as her brain tried to catch up with what she wa
The Pack's Rebels The Secret Keeper
Havermouth, Present Time“Where did Aaron go?” Cameron asked suddenly. There had been so much happening that it hadn’t been until they were two streets away that he realized that he hadn’t seen the warlock since the butcher and his apprentices had exploded out of their shop to fight the Van Helsings.“F-k,” Rhett looked around as if expecting to see the warlock hiding in the back. “Did we leave him behind?”“No, he ran away,” Connery said, mildly. “I saw him take off back the way we went.”“Seriously?” Cameron’s jaw dropped. “What a coward. I just don’t like the guy,” he added meeting Talen’s eyes in the rear-view mirror. “I don’t like how he looks at Aislen, the way he talks, and… I don’t like him.”“Noted,” Talen nodded grimly. “You are not alone there,” he said as he pulled off down a dead-end street and parked. “I had an encounter with a witch in Rideten that made no sense to me,” he said as he got out of the car. “But, I suspect from things that Morgana has said off and on, that
The Pack's Rebels The Spell Trap
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen picked her way over the sleeping bodies and stood at the door, pressing her ear against the flaking paint. Muffled by the ward and wood, she heard male voices, calling out “Clear!” to each other from the other side and the creak of the stairs as they made their way up to the other level. “The Van Helsings?” Verina pressed up against the wood beside her, their eyes lifting to the ceiling as they both held their breaths, listening intently as the footsteps creaked overhead, drifting dust down from the cracking plasterwork, before returning down the stairs.“There’s no one up there. Place looks abandoned.”“Something is odd. There were at least a dozen people here. There was a door around here somewhere, too,” a familiar man’s voice replied from the other side of the door. August Mason himself, Aislen thought wryly. She imagined that she could hear the rasp of his palm against the wood as he searched for it. “F-k! This wall just zapped me!”“Faulty wirin
The Pack's Rebels The Bunker
Havermouth, Present TimeTalen followed the big alpha through a door into a cement lined corridor, walking close enough that the werewolf had to feel his breath warm against the back of his neck. His investigation into the death of Patrick Carter had been shelved due to the flood and resulting drama, but he had not forgotten, and the opportunity had so conveniently fallen into his lap that he could not resist but to pursue it.It also enabled him to see more of the underground compound that the werewolves had built. There had been two doors close together, and from what he had seen through the other door, he suspected that one way was used by those higher ranking in the pack, and probably lead into more opulent accommodation, from the rich carpet, art-work on the walls, and ambient lighting.The door that they had taken had led into a serviceable corridor, unpainted bare cement walls and floor, and harsh, energy efficient lighting that made his eyes water. The corridor branched off at
The Pack's Rebels Sigrid and Harry
Havermouth, Present TimeSigrid returned from her shower to a room of petulant and sulking men. From the way Dan pouted on the bed next to Tom whilst Greg was strapping on his weapons near the window, it was not hard to determine who had come out as the winner of the argument.“If you are ready?” She arched an eyebrow at Greg.He straightened. “I am ready.”“Hmm,” she walked over to the bed and leaned down to brush her lips over Tom, who caught hold of her waist, lifting his head into the kiss, his tongue stealing between her lips and teasing hers before he released her, sinking down with a wicked grin.“Think of me,” he purred.Sigrid laughed under her breath. Dan rolled to his knees and cupped her face, kissing her over Tom, his kiss sweeter. “Keep the idiot safe,” he said barely audibly as he released her and flopped back onto the bed.She inclined her head slightly and walked to the door, with Greg behind her. At the top of the stairs, she paused, bracing a hand on the doorframe t
The Pack's Rebels Hostages and Head Jobs
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen strutted across to her warehouse with an extra bounce in her step. “I could drink an entire bottle of champagne,” she told Meguitte cheerfully. “Take that August. We’re going to have to let him go at some point, of course, but we’ll let them brew there in their little circle until the big boys come home, and let August explain himself to Talen,” she grinned widely.In the kitchen, Meguitte checked on Bianca, and Toby returned the knives to the drawers.“You did good, Toby,” Aislen told him as she slid onto a stool.“Umm, thanks,” he colored. “I’ll get back to it then. I’m going to make a run to the MegaStore with a couple of vampires…” He closed his eyes on a grimace. “I can’t believe that sentence just came out of my mouth,” he said under his breath and drew in a deep breath before releasing it and opening his eyes. “The MegaStore stocks a lot of camping supplies… I’m really surprised that you guys haven’t prepped better. There are things in there like
The Pack's Rebels Sigrid and Greg Go Shopping
Havermouth, Present TimeMeguitte’s mate was the Van Helsings’ torturer Sparrow. Sigrid strode along the street, the skirt of her dress snapping around her legs, and her hair blowing around her face, whilst her mind tossed over frantically all the complications involved with that revelation.“Sigrid,” Greg caught at her hand tugging her back and she paused to glance at him. He was slightly out of breath. “Not all of us are vampires.”“Apologies,” she was flustered realizing that she had been so preoccupied with Harry’s revelations about Meguitte that, lost in her thoughts, she had been walking at a pace that was a slow jog for humans.“It’s fine,” he assured her, keeping hold of her hand as they continued the stroll. The houses had dropped back, and the roads widened in this section of the town. “I understand that it was very upsetting news. You were speaking of Meguitte before…”“Yes,” she said softly. “Meguitte’s story seems to be that of an eternal tragedy. I wish it were otherwise
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