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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
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The Pack's Rebels Hostages and Head Jobs
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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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Havermouth, Present TimeAislen crossed to the vampire warehouse with Toby, and he knocked on the door. After a moment something inside moved, shaking the door as it did so. “They have secured their warehouse,” he explained to her with an air of approval. “By blocking up the doorways.”A young man opened the door and regarded them both without speaking. His clothing gave the impression of being old and well cared for, the elaborate embroidery on the high collar and turned back cuffs faded but otherwise perfect, and the shirt that he wore below it tea-stain white and crumpled as if the fabric had lost its shape due to over-washing and age.“Is Tyler here?” Toby asked.The young man closed the door without responding.“They’re very friendly,” Toby whispered exaggeratedly sliding her a look out of the corner of his eye.“So, I see,” she replied dryly.The door opened and a thin, gaunt cheeked man looked through his hair at them, before stepping to the side to reveal Tyler who grinned. “H
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Havermouth, Present TimeTalen had been right about the other door. The hallway had been opulent, his feet sinking into the carpet, and the wallpaper textured so that the light from the wall sconces caught the fabric making it gleam. Near the entrance to the main chamber, doorways opened into more modest, but tasteful corridors.Down them Talen glimpsed wait staff and maids busily wheeling covered carts. The business end of the opulence, he thought. The kitchens, the laundry rooms, the storage places. There were two more intersections of the hallway, each corridor lined with doorways, the set out, and décor reminding him of upper-class hotels.They were taken left at the second intersection. Many of the doors had plaques on them denoting who resided within. The room that they were taken to was at the end of the corridor. A door marked “Emergency Exit” led into a metal stairway that went both up and down, and Talen wondered just how deep the bunker went and what lay below.They entered
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