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Havermouth, Present TimeIn the stairwell, Tom and Dan headed upwards, trotting effortlessly up at a pace that left Aislen breathless in empathy.“Is Scott okay?” Helena whispered. “I haven’t seen him since the storm hit. I’ve lost track of days. Things got so chaotic everyone was called in. We have been taking turns to sleep in the break rooms and rotating the shifts between us. At first it was storm related injuries – cuts from windows breaking, near drownings, that sort of thing. Then the usual DV cases – there’s nothing like being shut into a house together that brings out the bully in some people…”One of the Triquetra leaned over the staircase and gestured with two fingers for them to begin climbing.“Then things started to change. Mostly this water virus, but also the bites…” She shook her head grimly. “The bites are… terrifying. We don’t know what it is precisely, but the theory is a type of rabies, but one which doesn’t show on the normal screening tests or respond to normal
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Havermouth, Present TimeThe activity in the rear of the ambulance was frantic, with Greg shedding his helmet and shoving it under the stretcher in order to help Helena more efficiently in the cramped quarters. Aislen forwent her seatbelt to kneel on the seat and watch. She could not see much of Abigail from her angle, but she had the impression of blood and bare skin.She turned back, feeling intrusive, just in time - as they approached the barricade. Talen and Heath were tense, intently watching the 4WD ahead of them as Leighton rolled down his window and spoke with the guards.“His charm is obviously still working,” Talen observed as the spike-strip was withdrawn and they were waved through. He ambled the ambulance past the guards.“Just not on me, apparently,” Heath replied.“Put pressure on here,” Helena instructed Greg. “Alright, I have it in. Hook this to the IV… Yes, like that, perfect. You’re quite a good nurse,” she added. “Who are you again? You’re not from our pack.”“Poin
The Pack's Vampire Targets
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The Pack's Vampire In Need of a Witch
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The Pack's Vampire Sinful Bathing
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The Pack's Vampire Thaelen's Performance
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