Havermouth, Present Time Aislen slid Talen looks under her eyelashes as he drove towards the MegaStore. He had said nothing during the process of Leighton selecting two of the sleepers to test blood on and had simply slit his wrist and allowed his blood to run into the mouth of the little boy. Nora was Leighton’s chosen recipient of Rhett’s blood and Aislen had watched Leighton pour the blood into her mouth with mixed feelings. Where she knew that Talen’s blood healed and did not harm, feeding a child blood of an infected werewolf seemed risky to her. Leighton, however, seemed to genuinely care about the people that he safeguarded, and she did not believe that he would do anything that he thought would harm any of them. Talen had not found it unusual at all, but she thought that blood was such a normal part of his life that it would not. Talen’s insistence that he administer the blood himself had her curious. She could tell that he knew that she was wondering and was considering how
The Human Enemy’s Land, Eleven Hundred Years BeforeAltherra paused at the rise of the hill shading her eyes from the sun as she gazed at the horizon. Thaelen followed her gaze. The road curved down, through rough terrain, to where an isolated fishing village perched at the foot of the mountain range and the ocean was studded with tiny fishing boats.Following the curve of the beach away from the mountains, and fields gradually gave way into streets, the cluster of buildings leading in a dark path to the stone walls of a human castle. This castle, however, had crumpled, rooves broken, walls blackened by smoke and fire.“Well, that’s interesting,” Egren observed dryly. “Why would they destroy one of their own castles?”“Heresy,” Thaelen guessed grimly as it seemed to by the humans excuse for everything that they did. “The One God is represented strongly in these lands, and the worshippers of his ways tolerate no naysayers.”“It is good for us,” Altherra decided. “We could possibly stea
The Human Enemy’s Land, Eleven Hundred Years BeforeThe city was, as it had appeared from the distance, destroyed.Once it would have been a place of wealth and power. The wide streets were paved with a slant intended to collect waste and water run off in a design that Thaelen admired for its initiative and fore-thought, and the buildings had been built by skilled craftsmen with an eye for the aesthetic of the city streets. They passed public gathering places, gardens and monuments destroyed, broken pieces of their sculpture spilling across fire-scarred paving and grass torn beneath hob-nail boots.The people were dressed in the rags of finery, bright elaborate embroidery smothered by filth as they withdrew into their houses, holding back hollow-cheeked children and pushing them behind them defensively as Thaelen’s intimidating convoy moved through the streets.“They’re starving,” Isolte whispered.Thaelen did not say, but he knew every vampire in the convoy had smelled the stench of
Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeMorgana had not returned by midnight. Despite Talen’s efforts to remain calm, there was a gnawing fear sharpening its teeth on his heart. He had moved restlessly between his Ute and the house whilst he waited, seeking to release his anxiety through action, patrolling the property like a guard dog, searching the night for any hint of where his mate could be.Think, Talen, he told himself, rocking on the porch chair, self-soothing through the uneasy motion. Think carefully.It was possible that Morgana had returned to Kabramatta – but that did not sit right with him. Not with her clothing in the cupboards, coffee half made, and without a note left for him to let him know that she’d had to leave.Perhaps she had been injured in her car. He dialled the local hospital and waited for his call to be answered.“Havermouth Hospital, Gwen speaking, how can I direct your call?”“My girlfriend has not come home, and I cannot contact her,” he told her, and heard his
Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeRhett lay awake next to Aislen, one hand resting on her chest to feel her breathe. They had tied her hands together but otherwise left her loose, and in her drugged sleep she had remained as they had laid her, on her back, her hands on her stomach, between him and Heath. He knew that Heath had checked on her several times during the restless night, worried about the effects of the sedatives on her – the same worry that kept Rhett’s hand on her ribcage, assuring himself that she was alright.At first light, she muttered under her breath and rolled onto her side, turning into Rhett, and he met Heath’s eyes over her head as she snuggled into him. His blonde mate’s grey-gaze was cool, and Rhett felt his heartbeat pick up. He closed his eyes and resisted the urge to press his face into her hair and breathe in her scent. Doing so would only incite further jealousy from his mate, and Rhett knew that he had to be careful, very careful not to upset his mates by s
Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeHeath stood outside the door. He had sent Cameron to take a run through town telling his red-haired mate that it was so that he could be seen doing normal things, so the pack didn’t suspect that the Triquetra had taken Aislen to the river house, but it was also because Cameron’s restlessness, hovering between excitement at the prospect of Aislen sharing his bed that night and a growing horror of her screams, had exacerbated his own uneasiness.In a typical Aislen move, as if she knew that Cameron had gone, she had lapsed into silence again, and Heath had gone to investigate, standing pressed to the wall outside of Rhett’s room. He wasn’t sure what he expected to hear, but other than the buzz of the tattoo gun and the hum of Rhett’s rock music, there was silence.Rhett was adhering to the agreement and staying quiet, and Aislen had given up pleading.The buzz stopped and after a couple of minutes, Rhett cleared his throat. "I'm taking a break. You can use
Havermouth, Three Weeks Before“Samuel,” Sigrid said to her companion as she led Talen to the table upon which the Mer wrought crystal ball still held pride of place next to a candelabra which danced light across the surface of the orb. “Fetch that wine…”The dark-haired man disappeared into one of the other rooms.“He is not familiar,” Talen observed. “I do not recall him.”“I did not make him,” she replied with a hint of defensiveness. “He came to me.”“What do you know of him?” Talen regarded the doorway where the man had gone with narrowed, suspicious eyes. “Whose child is he? What are his origins? Why would he come to the nest of one to whom he is not related?”“Samuel is from the Einheidem.”“And what is a vampire from the Einheidem doing here?” Talen arched an eyebrow. “In Concordia territory? Does Wilhelma know that an Einheidem vampire is roaming this land?”“She sent him here,” Sigrid replied under her breath in their native tongue. “Say no more, Thaelen, lest he hears. I wi
Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeCameron’s run took him by Aislen’s house as it always did. He’d debated changing routes, but people were used to seeing him run the same path, so changing would look suspicious. He saw the vampire’s Ute parked in the driveway, but no sign of the big blonde man. He did not break his pace, running his normal lap, and when he passed back by, the Ute was gone.He finished his run and eagerly returned to his Ute. As he drove across the bridge, he followed Philip Salem’s new Porsche along the roads towards the Havermouth Estate until Cameron’s path caused him to turn off towards the river house and Philip’s took him onwards.He parked and walked around the house, crossing Rhett’s window on purpose in order to look within, the drag of his shadow across the wall lifting his dark-haired mate’s head from his work. Rhett’s expression was worryingly blank, sending a shiver up Cameron’s back. He smiled and waved with false brightness before going around to the balcon