Havermouth, Five Years BeforeRhett wasn’t averse to physical activity precisely, but he preferred to get it f-king than running around the oval. However physical education was mandatory at school for werewolves as physical exertion helped manage alphas’ more anti-social aggressive traits, and he’d skipped so many times that Mr Owens had threatened to speak to Abigail if Rhett didn’t show up at least once before the end of the year.If he’d been in the same class as Cameron or Heath, Rhett might have turned up more often, but their class schedules meant that they were in different physical education groups.As Heath had decided that they would stay until lunch, Rhett decided to comply with Mr Owens’ requirement and actually show up to class. It was a werewolf only physical education class, although the humans didn’t know that, as it allowed the werewolves to exert themselves without exposing their supernatural abilities – a bunch of werewolves running the oval tended to be fairly even

Havermouth, Five Years Before Rhett didn’t hate mornings as much as he professed, though there were some days when he would prefer to stay up and sleep in late, a big part of him looked forward to Cameron’s hopeful nudges and coaxing into morning sex. He liked to feel his red-haired mate snuggle up to him, all warm and relaxed from sleep, and, whilst Rhett wasn’t a huge fan of morning breath, he did like the scent and taste of his mates’ skin first thing upon waking, that salty blend of all three of them and old come never failed to make him hard.Four of them now, he added lazily as he surfaced out of sleep to the murmuring of Cameron and Aislen. Heath’s voice joined them and Aislen moaned. This was the future, he told himself experimentally. This was how the rest of his life would be, the Triquetra and Aislen, and eventually kids. It felt… weird. But, also, exciting. And frightening. F-k, he thought. Who needed coffee when there was the impending doom of Armageddon descending on yo

Havermouth, Five Years BeforeThe she-wolves were laying out towels along the grassy bank and stripping down to their bikinis in order to lay in the sunshine as Heath and Cameron carried the alcohol down from the house. Cameron slid Heath a side eye.“I know,” Heath replied. “They’re f-king putting on a display. Do they think we’re stupid and can’t see through such a tacky attempt? It’s f-king rude and disrespectful.”“A bit,” Cameron agreed unhappily. “It’s like they think we’ll go for any girl that shows some skin.”“Not f-king likely,” Heath was furious. “Ignore it, cook the food, and don’t even look.”“Wasn’t planning on it,” Cameron replied. “Would rather stare at your arse in one of those g strings,” he added under his breath.Heath chuckled. “I think they’d f-king chafe, but I’ll put one on for you sometime just so you can take it off.”Cameron grinned. “A lacey one?”Heath’s laughter was loud and bright and caused the werewolves around the fire and the she-wolves sunbaking on

Havermouth, Present TimeAlthough the storm had come to an end, the sky was still full of clouds through which the sun was just a watery presence failing to warm or dry the flooded town. There was still no power, the light switches non-reactive to being flicked on, and the house echoed oddly without the hum of the fridge.There was no hot water. Aislen smothered a shriek as she stepped under the spray, gritting her teeth as she scrubbed herself. She was shuddering with cold by the time she was done, a situation which was not improved once she was dry as the house was also bitterly cold, her breath steaming in the dark bathroom.In the kitchen over the gas stove Rhett was heating water for coffee.“Where is everyone?” She asked as she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned into him with a moan of appreciation for his body warmth.“Heath is on the phone,” he replied taking the water off the boil. “Cameron and Talen took the Ute for a drive. Cameron was eager to do another sweep of

Havermouth, Present TimeIn the suburban streets, they had encountered no other cars, but there was some traffic on the road towards the warehouse district. Everyone drove just that little bit slower than normal and leaned forward over their steering wheels in order to gaze around, dazed by the damages of the storm.The gutters ran heavy with water, flowing around embankments of debris, leaf matter and sodden rubbish that had been carried by the rain. Windows were broken or blown out, other properties had branches that had fallen onto their rooves, or sheets of roofing that had been carried off by the wind and the property owners were spreading tarp over the openings in case the rain returned.“It looks like a war zone,” Aislen observed.“No,” Talen shook his head, but his tone was mild. “A war zone is much worse.”“You have seen many wars,” she realized, looking up at him. His profile was perfect, she thought, and her fingers itched to draw it, the long strong line of brow and nose,