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The Pack's Triquetra Complicated Heroes
Havermouth, Present TimeIt was fascinating to see where the werewolves who had tormented her at school lived, Aislen thought looking out the window as they pulled up to the neat and tidy suburban house with it’s pristine lawn and bloom-heavy rose garden. Part of her hated the domestic perfection of the house because it represented everything that she didn’t have.“Oh, look,” she muttered. “It’s the domestic Barbara set. Each pack contains the dreamhouse, one Barbara doll, one Kenneth doll, one boy doll and one baby doll. Is there a cat and dog doll, or do they come as separate purchases?”“Werewolves tend not to have pets,” Heath replied mildly. “It’s not a good cultural fit.”She slid him a look out of the corner of her eye and suppressed a malicious smirk. “A wolf may not own a dog? Are you afraid that the relationship might become complicated? I mean, when you’re in wolf form, you’re not exactly going to be looking at a human woman and thinking sexy thoughts, but you might look at
The Pack's Triquetra Mercy
Havermouth, Present TimeIn the suburban streets, they had encountered no other cars, but there was some traffic on the road towards the warehouse district. Everyone drove just that little bit slower than normal and leaned forward over their steering wheels in order to gaze around, dazed by the damages of the storm.The gutters ran heavy with water, flowing around embankments of debris, leaf matter and sodden rubbish that had been carried by the rain. Windows were broken or blown out, other properties had branches that had fallen onto their rooves, or sheets of roofing that had been carried off by the wind and the property owners were spreading tarp over the openings in case the rain returned.“It looks like a war zone,” Aislen observed.“No,” Talen shook his head, but his tone was mild. “A war zone is much worse.”“You have seen many wars,” she realized, looking up at him. His profile was perfect, she thought, and her fingers itched to draw it, the long strong line of brow and nose,
The Pack's Triquetra The Infected
Havermouth, Present TimeThey followed Leighton into the darkened reception of the warehouse and Mercy closed the door behind them, cutting off the last bit of daylight. The windows had all been covered over from inside with newspaper, and the dust was thick on the reception counter and carpet. The warehouse was of the older generation, a solid brick construction, and inside it smelled old, musty, and unused.“There was a time,” Leighton said as he crossed the foyer to another door, which Talen opened for him. “Thank you. There was a time,” he repeated as they stepped into a narrow hallway between offices from another era, divided off by mottled, yellow-toned glass and solid wood walls. The furniture within the offices matched the era of the building, solid wooden, old fashioned desks and chairs, typewriters, and crumpled paper. “That I dabbled in running a newspaper. The Havermouth Herald it was called back then.”“I remember,” Talen said with surprise.Leighton’s smile over his shou
The Pack's Triquetra Quarantine
Havermouth, Present TimeTalen started the Ute but did not immediately pull out from the curb. He adjusted the heating, turning the vents to blow over Aislen who was shivering and rubbing her hands together before cupping them in his. “From what I understand of Triquetras,” he said slowly, his thumb stroking over her skin in an absentminded caress. “They would not be unreasonable to want to withdraw to a place of safety at this point, little demon.“We do not know if this infection affects the supernatural, or, if it has not so far, whether it will mutate as such things tend to do and will eventually become dangerous for us all. We do not know what will happen if this infection spreads.” His eyes searched hers. “This could be very dangerous.”She blew out a breath. “Heath’s mayor. So am I, technically, but I’m not as attached to the role or town as he is. He might be part of the Triquetra, but he’s also not the sort of person who would take a position of authority and then ditch when
The Pack's Triquetra Men In Black
Havermouth, Present TimeThe crossroads of Havermouth’s main streets were entirely blocked off by the black trucks and crawled with men in black uniforms, body armor and weaponry. Talen had to park behind Rhett’s tattoo parlor in order to get anywhere close, and he kept his arm around Aislen as they walked hastily up the road, past groups of armed men whose faces were hidden behind visors, making them intimidating and anonymous.Havermouth had awoken after the storm, and many of the businesses had their doors opened to let in daylight so they could inventory the damage, both physically to the buildings, and to perishables that required refrigeration. The townspeople clustered in their shop windows and doorways, looking out at the armed men with puzzlement that was just sitting on the inside edge of alarm.“Why do you need body armor and weapons for a flood?” Aislen wondered under her breath. The townspeople of Havermouth had the same reaction as she was having, she thought, there was
The Pack's Triquetra SkyClad
Havermouth, Present TimeThe group of black clad men were still standing outside of the coffee shop when Aislen opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk.“We are encouraging civilians to stay in their accommodations,” one of the men said when he spotted her. All that could be seen of his face was the strong line of his jaw, framed by the high collar of the black top he wore beneath the armored vest.“Why?” Aislen asked before she could stop herself. In for a penny, in for a pound, she decided. “Why are you encouraging people to stay home? There’s a missing little girl who needs to be found, damage to property, most people haven’t been able to open their businesses for days… People need to get groceries, medicine, hardware. You should be encouraging the shops to open, so that people can get what they need, and organizing search parties, not approaching coffee shop owners for free coffee and tea in exchange for a generator – which would be just a nice thing to do for them.”“Oh
The Pack's Triquetra The Vigil
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeRhett pulled his hair back and tied it into a ponytail at the back of his head. His black shirt felt stiff against the bulge of bicep as he tightened the hair-tie – he’d picked one that had been freshly returned from the dry-cleaner and was still pressed into crisp seams. It was new, the buttonholes still tight, and he couldn’t remember buying it, so assumed that it was one that his mother had bought for him.Lora had good taste, he thought as he admired the subtle pattern sewn into the fabric. He’d bet that it was bought from his favorite alternative clothing brand, too, because amongst the embroidered swirls of leaves and vines were hidden subtle skulls and crossbones – all in black thread, so that the detail didn’t detract from the severe and simple fitted lines of the shirt.He sighed, thinking of his mother. He’d turned his phone on as he’d gotten dressed, to a dozen messages from his dad, and knew that Phillip was back in Havermouth. Lora would be h
The Pack's Triquetra Body Shots
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeThe car ride home was silent, each member of the Triquetra caught in their own thoughts and Aislen pressed tight against the door, looking out of the night-dark glass as the scenery whipped by. Rhett could see tears tracking down her cheeks, but she wept silently, trying to hide it, and he decided to leave her be. They didn’t need any more drama, he thought, and he was certain that his warning had made an impression.He sucked on his lip ring and watched Heath drive. Heath wouldn’t believe him, he thought, and what did he know, really? Nothing new. Just that Aislen had an uncanny insight into things that she really shouldn’t know and that never failed to get her into trouble. He had told her to never say such things again, and hopefully she would finally listen to him.They were so close, so very close to getting the drama behind them. They just needed to get through Sunday’s meeting, and it would be done. Aislen’s little moment with the James woman didn’
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