Havermouth, Present TimeAislen pried Rhett’s hand away from the wound and cried out. Nathan Lowe had more than bitten Rhett, he had almost torn a chunk of his forearm away, only a section of skin holding it into place. Rhett made a wet sound in the back of his throat, looking away. “F-k.”“Talen!” Aislen’s call was a panicked wail.“Let me in, little demon,” the vampire picked her up by the waist, lifting her off her feet, and setting her to the floor outside the small powder room so that he could see. “Hmm, that is… unfortunate. I can try to lick it, but I suspect that saliva alone will be insufficient. Better, I think, Rhett, for you to take some blood. Let’s bandage this and sit upon the couch, as a powder room is no place for such things.”Heath put his arm around Aislen as they both watched Talen bandage the wound on Rhett’s arm. Through the touch, Heath’s thoughts spilled into Aislen’s mind in a rapid fire of worry. (Talen hadn’t wanted to lick the wound) Heath thought, (becaus

Havermouth, Present TimeTalen took the back streets under Cameron’s instruction, weaving his way to the edges of the town, before circling towards the warehouse district. At first, they would catch glimpses of black-clad soldiers and vehicles at the intersection of streets, but too far away for the soldiers to react. There were many houses marked by paint, the majority of which was green, with the occasional blue slash.“People who refused entry?” Aislen wondered.Rhett frowned. “It’s… weird,” he said slowly.“What’s weird?”“Well… Maybe it’s because we have more to hide,” he said uncertainly. “But… Cameron?” He pointed to a blue door with his bandaged arm, grasping the back of the driver’s seat and leaning forward between the front seats.“Yeah, I see it,” Cameron said darkly.Aislen reached forward and touched Cameron’s shoulder, seeking to find in his mind what they were talking about.“The blue marks werewolf homes,” Talen said quietly. “Or suspected werewolf homes. They have a m

The Concordia, Twelve Hundred Years BeforeThe bow of the ship was carved into the shape of a ferocious bare-breasted woman, her sharply pointed vampire teeth displayed by a savage snarl and her twisting hair blowing out around her in exquisite detail.“She is beautiful,” Sigrid exclaimed in awe looking up as their rowboat skirted the boat. “I did not see her… Or was it another ship?” She looked at the other ships anchored in the bay around them. Like ant-trails across the water, the rowboats transporting passengers and supplies wove through the waves to the other vessels.“It was this ship,” Thorarin told her.“I do not remember,” she confessed softly.“It has been ten years,” Thaelen shrugged. “Childhood memories lose clarity.”“Childhood memories,” Thorarin chortled with amusement. “You are still a child, Thaelen.”“Old enough to make annual sacrifice to the temple, and old enough to take a mate should I find her,” Thaelen replied with a smirk. “Old enough to accompany my father on

Havermouth, One Year BeforeCameron fumbled the tie. The knot was bad, too small, too tight, the tails of the tie crooked. He ripped at the tie impatiently and began again, tugging and twisting at it, growing more and more frustrated as the knot remained imperfect. He was beginning to sweat in the fluster and knew that his cheeks would be getting patchy and his eyes red.“F-k it!” He cried out, tears overflowing, throwing his head back and dragging in ragged breaths.“Cam,” Heath said softly from the door.Cameron opened his eyes, prepared to snarl at his mate, his eyes hardening and his lip curling back from his teeth as he rolled his head in Heath’s direction.Heath was perfectly put together, not a crease out of line, not a fleck of lint on his charcoal grey pinstripe suit. The suite was perfect too, Cameron thought irritably, not as severe or cliched as black, the charcoal grey was nonetheless sombre and respectful. Even the cuff links that Heath wore were f-king perfect.And, unl

Havermouth, Present Time“We’ll be back as soon as we can,” Aislen stood on her tiptoes to kiss Cameron, and clung sliding her fingers into his hair and resting her body weight against him so that he could feel the softness of her curves around the hard ridges of her corset. He breathed in the rose and rain scent of her skin, catching the lingering scents of sex and Rhett, his c-ck immediately hardening in response. Her mouth was soft and lush against his, and in his aroused state he immediately pictured her lips wrapped around his c-ck.She shook her head with a rueful laugh as she leaned back, her eyes glowing purple-blue with warmth and affection as she read his mind. “Horny bloody werewolves,” she said fondly, cupping his cheek. “If I had time, I’d take care of that for you, poor puppy. Wait until I come back, and we’ll find a corner to cuddle in, okay?”“Aislen,” he nuzzled his cheek against hers. “I…” His fears lodged in his throat, rasping the word as it caught.“I know,” she w