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The Pack's Triquetra Before the Bubble Burst
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeAfter breakfast, Cameron and Heath ripped up the floorboards in the bedroom the Triquetra wanted to make habitable. Their intention had been to tear up and replace the floor under the leak, but once started, it was a job that had quickly escalated, and they’d ended up stripping back all the flooring to the hallway door.“I’ll bring some new floorboards during the week,” Cameron said, pausing to use his t-shirt to mop sweat and dirt from his face before stripping it off completely and throwing it to the doorway from which Aislen and Rhett watched. He laughed as she caught it, looking at the wet cloth in confusion.“Give me that,” Rhett took it from her and held it to his nose, inhaling. “Mmm, yum. Sweaty Cam.” He took it to the bathroom and tossed it into the laundry hamper. Every Sunday, Heath took it home with him, and his mother laundered and returned the clothing washed and neatly folded within a few days.“It won’t take more than a few hours to replac
The Pack's Triquetra Sunday's Meeting
Havermouth, Five Years Before“F-k,” Rhett grumbled under his breath as they pulled up at the Havermouth Estate. Phillip’s Porsche was parked next to Charlie Gale’s Mustang and Jules’ Ute. “She f-king called them all in.”“Charlie didn’t know last night,” Heath commented thoughtfully as he rang the doorbell. “So maybe it was a last second decision.” Probably, he thought, because it would have looked odd for Phillip Salem to be present at the meeting without the other alphas.“We’re f-king nineteen,” Rhett complained as they waited. “We don’t need our daddies to speak for us anymore.”“I’m very sorry that you feel that way, Mr Salem,” Abigail drawled as she opened the door. Her expression was dangerous, and her wolf was in her eyes. Cameron felt his heart pick up a beat. “I asked your fathers to be present as a gesture of support for the three of you. I will send them home if you feel they’re unwelcome.""No, that’s fine,” Heath said placatingly. “Rhett didn’t mean anything by it, Abig
The Pack's Triquetra August's Agreement
Havermouth, Five Years Before “August,” Abigail’s surprise was evident. “I did not expect you!” “Obviously,” August replied with false pleasantness. “Otherwise, I’m sure I would have received an invitation to this meeting. I note that Phillip was able to make it down to Havermouth in time, which is surprising as we encountered each other in Rideten yesterday at lunch time, did we not, Phillip?” “An odd coincidence,” Phillip purred smoothly. “I came to Havermouth to have a word with my son, who has been ignoring my calls,” he sent daggers at Rhett. “And turned up to find out that the Triquetra would be meeting with Abigail this afternoon.” “Well, by all means, have a word with him,” August said lightly. “I wanted to have a private word with Heath Gale, myself. If you are done here, Abigail, of course,” he added. “Actually, Abigail, why don’t you and Charlie join Heath and I in my office?” Heath slid a look at Rhett who widened his eyes. Heath shrugged. He had no idea what August wa
The Pack's Triquetra Negotiating with Witches
Havermouth, Present Time“Ah f-k,” Aislen smirked as she dragged her eyes over Tabitha Marie. “And suddenly so much becomes clear. Let me guess, one of my boys, or all of them, f-ked with you during your teen years and you’ve been leading the Vendetta Coven in their revenge efforts to deflate the Triquetra’s sausages permanently ever since? Liked their sausage a bit too much, and made you pout to give it up, did it, bitch-cat?”Tabitha’s hand flew and stopped with a smack of flesh against flesh as Talen caught it with inhuman speed before it neared Aislen’s face. He shook his head slowly, his eyes disapproving. “Violence is not acceptable,” he reprimanded to the gawking reporter. “And an undignified response to provocation.”“Did I find a sore point, Tabby-cat?” Aislen sneered. “Said something a bit too true for your liking?”“You have no f-king idea what you’re talking about,” Tabitha snapped back. “And who the f-k is this?” She tugged her wrist free of Talen’s grasp.“Aren’t you the
The Pack's Triquetra Astral Projection
Havermouth, Present Time“Ridiculous,” Tabitha exclaimed as Aislen finished telling the witches about face eating zombies spreading their infection through the town. “What a load of bullshit. And Alice and Deborah, you should both be ashamed of yourselves for wasting our time with this crap when we could be looking for Jessica Bascall.”“As if you care about Jessica,” Aislen snapped. “You just want to be there then the story breaks.”“Get the f-k out of here, Aislen Carter or Morgana Le Fey, whatever the f-k you’re calling yourself.”“Morgana Ivy,” Talen murmured.“I know that.” Tabitha glared at him.“Look, help me out, and we’ll happily f-k off,” Aislen replied, looking around at the assembled women. “It won’t take long. The witch I need to contact is my best friend and trained with the same coven as me. It’s not our first time scrying each other.”“Then do it yourself,” Tabitha smirked. “But you can’t, can you? That’s why you’re here. All smart words and self-proclaimed study of th
The Pack's Triquetra Talen's Theory
Havermouth, Present Time“What the actual f-k are you?” Tabitha Marie breathed the words, her eyes wide and her expression covetous. “I have NEVER seen anything like that. That was insane. You are not a witch; you are something else.”“It’s not polite to ask others what they are,” Yvonne announced crisply. “It is the first thing that you’re taught when you’re a heredity witch or educated by someone who is… If you are taught anything at all and don’t just sell yourself into the craft,” she concluded tartly.Tabitha arched her eyebrow. “Darling,” she drawled cuttingly. “You can’t even stir your tea leaves without a f-king spoon. For all your haughtiness about bloodlines, inheritance, and traditional training, you’re jealous because we have what you have wanted all your life but are too ball-less to claim for yourself.”“Lemon slice,” Aislen held out her hand to Talen who took it and lifted her to her feet effortlessly, drawing her out of the circle. “We’ll take the slice and run, but th
The Pack's Triquetra Heath's Struggle
Havermouth, Five Years beforeAbigail returned with food and drinks on a tray, but Heath couldn’t bring himself to consume anything.“You’ll be wanting to rescue your Triquetra,” August said with sympathy. “Go on, Heath. We’ll talk again, soon, about that car, right?”“Right,” Heath felt physically ill. Having agreed to the arrangement, he knew that he couldn’t retract it, no matter what Rhett or Cameron said. Charlie, August, and Abigail would hold him to his promise And telling Rhett and Cameron was not going to be easy. He believed he had done the right thing, however, for the Triquetra, for the pack, and for Aislen, so he had to stick to the plan, no matter the reaction of his Triquetra.He left the office and started down the hallway towards the front door, before taking an abrupt detour into the guest bathroom, and emptying the contents of his stomach into the stall. “F-k,” he panted as he wiped his mouth with the paper before discarding it into the bowl and flushing.He rinsed
The Pack's Triquetra Saying Goodbye
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeRhett slid into Heath’s bed at just past two am on a cloud of smoke and whiskey. “Too drunk to f-k,” his dark-haired mate muttered. “Stacked it on my skateboard. Probably bleeding in your f-king sheets, but I need to sleep, and f-k knows I can’t do it at home.”Heath groaned and reached out to turn on the bedside lamp. “Let’s have a look at you,” he flung back the covers. Rhett was naked, his clothing like a bread-crumb trail leading from the bedroom door to the bed.He was bleeding, one elbow and his knee, but he was already asleep, his mouth slack and drooling, and indifferent to the smears of blood that he was leaving on the expensive Egyptian cotton sheets.Heath sighed, shaking his head and went to the bathroom for the first aid kit. Werewolves healed faster so by morning what oozed now would be scabbed over, but regardless, Heath spent a moment bandaging up his mate, before dissolving an anti-hangover pill in a glass of water and grabbing a couple o
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