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
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
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
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
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeThe Allen’s owned a building company that was growing in popularity with the pack, and Heath was pleased to see Luke Allen’s car parked out front of the house when they arrived.He told Aislen to hang back out of the way whilst the Triquetra walked Luke through what they wanted done, both because it would free the Triquetra and Luke to talk more openly, and because he didn’t want to talk about her with the builder. Whilst Luke was another werewolf, he was several years older than them, and they were friendly, but not friends.“Hey,” Luke said as Heath joined Rhett and Cameron. “Nice place. I haven’t had the opportunity to see it before. I can understand why it’s the hangout spot of the moment. This view is amazing.”“Yeah, we’re lucky that Cameron came with advantages,” Heath laughed lightly, clapping his red-haired mate on the back.“The family farm here is just over two hundred hectares,” Cameron shoved his hands into his front pockets and rocked on his
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeHeath headed towards Aislen’s house on instinct. She was the closest of his mates, and he was upset, so it was natural to seek comfort from a mate. He found her bedroom window open and shifted briefly in order to stand with his toes on the garden edge and lift himself up on the sill to look within. The bed was empty.He had a good idea where Aislen would go, he thought as he shifted back to wolf. Sure enough, he picked up her scent and traced it towards the graveyard. He was relieved to see the fragile glow of torch light filtered through the wrought iron filigree that sided the pergola and to find her sitting at the table.She was taking back her spot, he decided watching her from the shadows, reclaiming it from Charlotte. Well, he could help with that. He shifted and padded naked over to where she sat, oblivious to him. "What are you doing?" He teased her, and watched her jump, almost dropping her torch.The book that she read was an old journal, the wr
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeHeath fed some twigs into the ashes of the firepit knowing that below the layer of ash, there was enough heat to get the fire going again. They’d be grateful in the morning when they went to make coffee and breakfast if there were still hot coals, so he’d get the fire going again whilst Rhett got his drunk on, and then the three of them would go to bed, f-k it out, and get some sleep, he decided.Rhett winced his way through a swig of whiskey, drinking to the side of his mouth away from the piercing and then deliberately swishing the whiskey over the wound, using it as a disinfectant, the action betraying how much it was paining him and his concern over the damage. He met Heath’s eye and gave a little rueful shrug – there wasn’t much that he could do other than hope that it healed alright.Heath took the whiskey bottle from him and took a swig before returning it and leaning over to throw some logs onto the firepit as the kindling leapt into flame. “I got
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeAs dawn pinked the sky, Cameron scuffed the toe of his shoe through the dust that was all that remained of the grass where cows had been killed. Now that he knew what caused these patches, whenever he was by the river, his eyes were peeled for them, and he was surprised by how many there were – patches where nothing seemed to grow, which he’d always accepted as just being randomly barren spots because he’d grown up with their occurrence.“Don’t play in the dust,” Jules reprimanded as he returned to the Ute.“Why?” Cameron wondered. “It’s just dirt, dad.”“It’s still dead. I don’t trust it until it grows green again.”It made sense that Jules would think that way, Cameron thought stepping away from the patch. Jules' relationship to the land was other level, as Jules’ father and grandfather had been before him. Cameron loved the farm. He loved and respected the land, the river house, and the work. He couldn’t imagine doing anything else with his life, but h