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The Pack's Rebels Dreams of Leighton
Havermouth, Present TimeThe high bank on the Havermouth township side of the river had held back much of the flooding, however on the other side it swelled out into the fields and over the roads. The bottom of the boat scraped over submerged branches, and the current made it almost impossible to steer, until the water settled over what had once been farmland.At one home, an island within a flow of water, a woman watched Leighton’s boat pass from an upstairs window. The first story of her house was entirely submerged. She pressed her palm to the glass in a silent plea for help, but there was none that he could offer her. She would be alright, Leighton told himself, the water would begin to recede now that the peak of the storm and the flood from the dam bursting was over. And she was safer where she was than in Havermouth.His ride was far from peaceful even where the water had stilled, as the debris hidden beneath the surface caught and tore at his boat frequently requiring him to m
The Pack's Rebels Heroic Obligations
Havermouth, Present Time“We need a war room,” Aislen decided once Talen and Heath had departed as she searched through the clothing for something to wear. What she needed, she admitted to herself, was a distraction. She didn’t like to think about Talen and Heath out in town. They hadn’t said so precisely, but she wasn’t stupid. When Talen had spoken of taking Heath out for breakfast, he had meant that they intended to hunt down a Van Helsing to feed from. “We need to f-king have a plan of attack.”“A plan of attack?” Rhett sat up and ran his hands through his hair pulling it back into a pony and then realizing that he didn’t have a hair-tie, so releasing it again. “I thought it was more of a plan of survival.”“Mmm,” Aislen shook her head, compressing her lips together. “I’m not content to just survive any more. I want Sparrow’s flayed corpse spread out before me. I want the f-king bosses of Sparrow begging for their balls. I mean, you saw Heath’s chest. And I’ve had f-king pins jamm
The Pack's Rebels Zombie Dress Shopping
Havermouth, Present TimeSigrid pushed Dan behind her and kicked the changeroom door open, the wood shattering off the hinges and sending the woman on the other side flying out of the change rooms and into the shop in a crash of racks. Sigrid followed, stepping through the spill of clothing to pick the woman up by the throat whilst she hissed and spat and clawed at her arm.“A zombie,” Sigrid observed with surprise. The woman was barefoot, in a bedraggled pant suit, filthy, missing teeth and covered in blood. And she stank – of rancid meat, urine, and old, old sweat. “Disgusting,” Sigrid turned her face away so as not to have to breathe in the woman’s foul breath.“You’d be disgusting too if you’d been tortured and kept in a cage,” the woman ceased fighting hanging from Sigrid’s grip in exhaustion. “I was just looking for something to wear and trying to avoid the Van Helsings outside when I heard someone in the change room, I’d rather hoped…”“F-k,” Dan said and hurried across to the
The Pack's Rebels War Plans
Havermouth, Present TimeThey did not have to go far for Heath to find breakfast. The Van Helsings were active on the main street, and their activities were not good. Talen signalled Heath to climb up the building and they crossed the roof to crouch behind the decorative parapet facade. They watched as the Van Helsings strung up several bodies over the streetlights, lining the road with them. Ten in total.They would force the men onto the rooves of the 4WDs, string the rope over the streetlight, and then drive away, leaving them swinging. After a moment, each began to kick as if trying to swim through the air.“They’re hanging themselves…” Heath flinched as another dropped. There was something so very brutal about the rope pulling tight, that he could almost hear the crunch of the man’s neck breaking, and then that eery reanimation made the hair on his arms stand on end. “Those are Van Helsings that they’re stringing up.”“They are in Van Helsing uniform, at least,” Talen corrected.
The Pack's Rebels Pretty Playthings
Havermouth, Present TimeSigrid did not have to look behind her to know that Dan and Greg had entered the room, she could feel their eyes on her, and that stir of energy crossed her skin. Tom’s eyes flicked over her shoulder, and he smiled at his mates.“Should you be out of bed?” Greg scolded, stepping around Sigrid to slide his hand down Tom’s back, checking the exit wounds. “Don’t overdo it Tom,” he said softly. “It won’t take much to get these bleeding again and we don’t know what the f-k inside looks like.”“I’m not overdoing it,” Tom leaned forward and dragged his nose up the line of Sigrid’s throat to her ear. “I’m just craving my female mate,” he growled in her ear, stealing her breath. “Sigrid, we have waited for you so long… I don’t want to stay waiting.” His c-ck was pressed against her stomach leaving her in no doubt that he was telling the truth.His hard, lean body was hot against hers and the fragile light that pricked through the pin holes in the curtains threw his fac
The Pack's Rebels The Big Bad Wolf
Havermouth, Present TimeWho’s afraid of the big bad wolf?These little piggies came to our town,Thinking that they could push us around,But we won’t let them get us down,And it’s time we stood our ground.Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?They should be.Are you with me?The Secret Keeper“I’m not entirely sure that I approve,” Heath sighed as he returned the paper to Aislen.“If you say one snarky thing about my poetry, I’ll get Bianca to hex you so that blood tastes like tuna,” Aislen cautioned him darkly.“You’re encouraging the pack to expose themselves, to risk their lives,” he replied tightly. “Doing what precisely?”“I don’t know,” Aislen was frustrated. “Do I have to think of everything? Can’t the pack do something useful for a change, rather than just be narcissistic arseholes?” She was pissed off, she admitted. Pissed off to find out that August and the pack hierarchy were comfortably ensconced in a bunker just outside of the main street of town, with power, chefs, and e
The Pack's Rebels Liquid Fire
Havermouth, Present TimeTom’s fingers clenched in the bedclothes. His injuries and position below them reduced him to passenger in the f-king but she did not think that he minded from the expression on his face. Her legs were wrapped around Greg’s waist and his hands palmed her arse, and Dan’s arms were around them both. She could feel the sweat building between their tightly pressed skin as both werewolves thrusted.“F-k,” she cried out, letting the back of her head drop against Dan’s shoulder and Dan took advantage of her mouth being near to his and pressed wet open-mouthed, breathless kisses against the corner of her lips.Greg bowed his head resting his forehead in the hollow between her chin and chest, his breath teasing her nipples as he groaned.The stretch of c-cks within her was overwhelming, their thrust not quite in rhythm creating a friction against her g-spot, whilst Dan’s grip on Greg pressed the lead alpha’s public bone tightly to her clit, every rock of his hips pushi
The Pack's Rebels Pancakes
Havermouth, Present TimeThe witches’ warehouse was glossily modern from the exterior with a front that was mainly glass. Inside, the reception was an industrial style kitchen with several workstations and benches, shelves with utensils Aislen wasn’t even sure the function of, and potted herbs hanging everywhere.“What the f-k is with this?” She marvelled looking around.“They do cooking classes here,” Bianca told her and saw her blank look. “You know, date night cooking classes. You come with your special other and make sushi, or dumplings, drink some sake or a wine sampler… It’s romantic. And the hosts get to plug their products which they store in the back.”“Get in car. And. Go. Aislen Carter. Help me,” Toby had been sitting at one of the kitchen benches and rose to his feet, bracing a hand on the tabletop.“Are those… pancakes?” Aislen’s eyes widened.“With maple syrup,” Bianca told her. “They’re a little burnt and rubbery, as I don’t have the whole cooking over coal thing down,
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