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Havermouth, Present TimeThere was a knock on the door, a heavy confident thud that repeated three times and then waited, expectantly.Aislen grabbed hold of Talen’s hand. “Don’t answer it daddy,” she whispered. “Let’s pretend we’re not home.” The night was crawling with face-eating monsters, heavy with cold rain, and bodies that came and went. With a sudden, gut-wrenching intensity, she wanted her werewolf mates to return, and all five of them to be back to the river house.“Please, don’t answer the door,” she repeated.The knock came again.Talen looked down at her, and then at the door. “Who is there?” He called out. A compromise, she thought, between her sudden dread and the demand of whoever stood behind the door. What did she expect? She didn’t know. If the other person was frightening enough that she had to worry about her vampire, than a thin wooden door wouldn’t prevent their entry, she admitted to herself.It was like in a horror movie, however, she thought, and if you answe
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Havermouth, Five Years BeforeCameron drove past Aislen’s house on his way to school, hoping to encounter her walking her way there. If he saw her, he would just pull over and offer her a lift, he decided. He’d do it very casually and just see what she did.She wasn’t along the route to school and wasn’t at the lockers when he went there. He looked up from his books as Heath approached with a tray carrying three take-away coffees from Boyston’s shop. His blond mate handed him one. “Here, thought you could use it,” Heath said quietly. “You didn’t sleep well last night.”“No,” Cameron sighed heavily. Cameron had been awake, restless, the little kid’s body haunting the darkness, and the problems with Aislen preoccupying his thoughts when Heath had crawled into his bed not long after midnight. “Bad dreams.”“Maybe you should… talk to someone, Cam?” Heath suggested.“I’m talking to you,” Cameron replied.“Someone who knows about this sort of thing,” Heath replied. “Like the school counsell
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Havermouth, Five Years Before“If people see that we’re trying to get Aislen back,” Heath explained under his breath as they met up at the car park at the end of the school day. “Then Charlie and the council will say that we don’t have her under control. We need to make her come back to us, not the other way around.”“And Charlotte’s going to do what?” Rhett was not happy, his face twisted in a frown as he cupped his cigarette to light it. The car park around them was emptying as the students fled the school gleefully, music pounding out of windows and horns honking.“If we’re seen with Charlotte, it will look like we’ve just lost interest in Aislen, rather than that we’re not in control of her,” Heath explained patiently, speaking up as the crowd thinned and there was no one around them, giving them privacy. “Then when we’ve got Aislen back, well, she begged us to take her back, didn’t she?”“F-k man,” Cameron admired his scheming. “You have a f-ked up brain, you know that don’t you?
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Havermouth, Five Years Before“There she is,” Cameron said it suddenly gripping the seats and leaning forward as Heath navigated the turn off into the school car park. “There she is, and f-k she looks good,” his voice was hoarse. “F-king hell, I am one jerk off coming in my pants.”“She’s gone to some effort,” Heath agreed. Aislen had gone heavy on the eye-makeup, and left her hair loose, just the way she knew that he liked it, and she was dressed the way he liked her to be, he thought, the way he’d told her to dress. “It’s a good sign,” he decided. “She is over her sulk. We’ll let her apologize and stay for recess to make sure that she’s seen behaving, and then ditch and go f-k ourselves stupid.”“Sounds like a plan,” Rhett grinned taking a cigarette out.“Don’t smoke that in my car,” Heath said immediately.“Duh,” Rhett rolled his eyes. “I know your rules, princess.”Heath parked just down from where Aislen stood, watching them as they got out the car. “Don’t be too eager,” he told
The Pack's Triquetra Beyond Help
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The Pack's Triquetra Nora Eater of Shaun
Havermouth, Present Time Aislen looked in through the car window. The child was crouched behind the front passenger seat in the foot-space of the back seat, facing towards them, and the flickering light revealed wide, frightened eyes within a pale face smeared with blood, and a tangle of hair, the ends still tied with faded ribbon into braids. She was filthy, coated in mud and wet through. “F-k,” Aislen groaned. “What do we do?” “Kill it,” Rhett suggested. “She’s not an it. She’s a kid,” Cameron protested. “She ate Shaun Bascall,” Rhett pointed out. “Alive.” They had all been avoiding looking at the man in the front passenger seat. The car had slammed into the pole on that side, crumpling in and pinning Shaun into the seat. The girl in the backseat had taken advantage of his inability to defend himself to devour him, stripping the skin from his face and tearing into his stomach. The metallic stink of blood was heavy on the air. “There is also Leighton Richard to consider,” Tal
The Pack's Triquetra The Mistake
Havermouth, Five Years Before“So…” Charlotte lingered in the backseat. She had pressed herself tight to the door, making herself as small as possible as they’d driven from the graveyard to where she said that she lived, a dingy house that hadn’t been modernized since its construction. Her shirt was mis-buttoned, the stain on the fabric over her heart was like an accusation, and the alcohol was wearing away, leaving her pale faced and teary. “Will I see you at school tomorrow?”She knew the answer to the question, Heath thought with irritation. She had realized that she had been used when they’d hustled her from the graveyard abruptly in order to pursue Aislen. He wondered how Rhett had gone, whether he’d been successful in getting Aislen into the car, and he wanted to focus on what to do next, rather than the girl in the backseat.“No, Charlotte,” he said. “We don’t do repeats. That’s it, you’re done. Say thanks for the good time and get the f-k out of the car.”“You keep Aislen Cart
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Havermouth, Five Years BeforeHeath’s heart ached as he stroked his fingers through Aislen’s hair. Her eyes were closed but he knew that she was awake as the tears continued to collect in her eyelashes before tracking down her cheeks. He wasn’t far off crying himself, he acknowledged. The anger and fear had faded, leaving behind a bitter taste in his mouth, and the fervent wish that she would stop crying.Rhett’s hand stroked up and down her ribs and he pressed his lips to the back of her shoulder, and Cameron had his arm slung over Rhett, resting on her hip.Heath cupped her cheek and leaned over to kiss her lips, tasting the salt that lingered on them before taking his kisses along her jaw to her ear. “It’s alright, Aislen,” he whispered. “Rhett is right. We forgive you. Kiss me now and let me… make you feel better.”He eased her onto her back and kissed his way down her body, over the soft velvet of her skin, running his tongue over the tips of her breasts until the nipples tighten
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