Havermouth, Present Time“You going to ravish me in the barn like some hero from a historical romance, daddy?” Aislen smirked as Talen stepped between her knees.“After,” he told her and lifted his wrist to his teeth, using the sharp points to break the skin. Rhett would both be disappointed to have missed the classic vampire move, she thought, and disapproving of Talen giving her more blood.She caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she met his eyes. “Daddy,” she said uncertainly.“It will be okay, Morgana,” he told her with a small smile. His lip and the hair of his beard was stained with his own blood. “You have been favoring your hip, you have claw marks and bruises all over your arms, and I would be a fool not to have noticed that you have a sore head.”“Daddy,” she melted. “You take such good care of me.” She pressed her kiss to the bleeding wound. He had not pierced the vein, just broken the skin, giving her just a taste. He licked the wound closed and almost immediately c

Havermouth, Eight Years BeforeRhett sat on the lip of the hot tub wearing only his boxer shorts, his stomach muscles visible as he laughed, and his hair sticking to his face from the steam, the heat flushing his cheeks. His skin was so white that Cameron wondered if Rhett had ever taken off his top outdoors, but the paleness of his skin didn’t seem to worry the girl who knelt on the seat laughing up at him flirtatiously, her bra and panties made transparent from the water.“Here,” Heath came in behind him and handed him a wine. The cup was made out of plastic, but the design made it almost impossible to tell until it was in his hand. Heath took two cups over to the spa and handed them to Rhett and the girl, before returning to the bar which Cameron leaned against in order to fetch his own cup. He paused in front of Heath, almost chest to chest, so close that Cameron could feel the heat of Heath’s skin. “You coming?”“Yeah, in a moment,” Cameron told him and watched as Heath walked ba

Havermouth, Eight Years BeforeCameron woke with a snort as the congregation rose and began to shuffle out of the church. He lifted his head from Heath’s shoulder and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth as he looked around guiltily.It was a warm morning and the combination of the slightly stuffy church, and the boring sermon had dragged him into sleep – not that it needed to be a warm day for him to spend the sermon snoring on Heath’s shoulder.“Sorry man,” he said to Heath, blushing. Somehow, sitting between his dad and Heath, his head always ended up on Heath’s shoulder, and every Sunday morning he’d leave a drool stain on Heath’s immaculate shirt by the time it was time to leave.Heath never seemed to mind, though.“It’s fine, I’d sleep through the bullshit myself, if I could,” Heath replied wryly. “But dad would notice and crack it with me when we got home.”“Do you think he’s right?” Cameron wondered.The topic of the sermon had been that homosexuality was not in God’s o

Havermouth, Present TimeHeath frowned as he pulled into the driveway at Aislen’s house. Talen’s Zeus Forest Works Ute was not parked there. He checked his phone. There were no messages or missed calls. Had Talen not gotten his message and returned to the house?“F-k,” he grumbled as he got out of the car. He had taken his time returning, thinking that Talen would be there with Aislen, stopping by the river house in order to pack clean clothes for himself, Rhett and Cameron, and to make sure that nothing was going off in the fridge. He’d had a shower and a shave, erasing the gold-tinged stubble from his jaw.He got the suitcase out of the boot and carried it to the front door, finding it locked. Well, at least Tyler and Aislen were being sensible. Tyler was handy to have around, giving them someone to leave and protect Aislen if they were unable to do so. He rang the doorbell and waited, tapping his foot on the floorboards.Aislen had thrown the Triquetra’s lives into disarray, he tho

Havermouth, Eight Years BeforePack gatherings happened every month. It was encouraged that all members of the pack attend, however in reality it was rarely more than half the pack. August and Abigail accepted that life interfered, and that the Havermouth estate would both struggle to contain the entire pack and attract the human’s attention if all members showed at once.The full moon went for three nights on the average month, with the Moon Goddess honored the first night by a Hunt in the Havermouth Estate’s grounds. Pack members who could not attend due to work or family commitments, often performed their own worship at home, therefore Havermouth was well known for its very large but non-aggressive wolf population.The Gales were regular attendees of all three nights of the full moon every month, Charlie seeing it as a necessary part of maintaining a high profile as appropriate for his role as a leader in the community and using the opportunity to further his agenda to become the p