Havermouth, Present Time“Talen,” Heath protested as Talen drew Meguitte towards the stairs. “We can have this conversation later when we have found Aislen and know that she is alright.”“No, Heath,” Talen shook his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Point Crest Triquetra head towards the reception, and he frowned. He could not prevent the werewolves from leaving, but he did not like the sneakiness in which they had done so. He turned his mind back to the problem at hand, and Heath’s protest. “We will find Morgana, but we need to understand what has happened, what Meguitte knows. We will keep it brief,” he promised. “Believe me, I feel the urgency to find Morgana just as you do.” It was clawing at him that need, the ticking of time passing adding pressure to be out and looking for his missing mate.However, Talen also could not ignore Meguitte. Her involvement with the Van Helsings, the creation of the cuffs when she had promised not to use that magic again, both needed

Havermouth, Present TimeWatching Heath shift revealed just how much their mate had changed, Rhett thought, his fear a nausea in his stomach. Shifting was never effortless, although time and practice made it easier, but for Heath there was a pause, a suspension between the two forms. It wasn’t the same as holding the shift – then the wolf came and went, hair sprouting and bones and joints cracking. That was not something that any werewolf could hold for long, although it added a whole other dimension to sex, Rhett admitted ruefully, both being the recipient of and the one to knot into their mate.No, with Heath, it was as if there existed a third form between man and wolf, one which his body wanted to assume, but that he had to push through. The third form was terrifying, powerfully muscled, clawed, and fanged, covered with a pelt of white hair that was not as thick nor as long as a wolf’s and with eyes that glowed ruby-red.As Heath pushed past it into full wolf and shook his hair ou

Havermouth, Present Time“Stop the car!” Sigrid snapped out suddenly and Talen braked hard enough that Aislen clutched at Rhett’s shoulders instinctually, although his grip on her had not loosened since they had gotten into the car, and she was more than half convinced that his arms were fused around her or that he sought to absorb her through his chest so they fused into one person.Toby, in the rear of the car, did not have a Rhett seat-belt and slid, hitting the back of the seat hard with a grunt. “We should just get into the car and go,” he complained under his breath, his face near Aislen’s and she avoided his eyes, burying into Rhett’s neck in order to block him out.Talk about weird, she thought, being stuck in the car with all the lovers she’d had in her lifetime. All she needed was for Jordan and Aaron to arrive and all the stars of her dating history would be present and accounted for.“Sigrid?” Talen asked in confused alarm as Sigrid got out of the car.“Keep going,” she to

Havermouth, Present TimeHarry was fussing around in the room, and Jules hovered out in the hallway uncertainly. He was almost certain that he wasn’t misinterpreting Harry’s behaviour, and yet, there was a disbelief that froze him into place. Did anyone get third chances? He asked himself. It sure felt like a third chance, that buzz under the skin, that instant arousal that stiffened his c-ck and tightened within his stomach. It was not something he had ever expected to experience again.As a young alpha, like all alphas, he had taken many lovers amongst the humans, but he had been in love only twice.Aiden had been human and Jules’ first male lover – the combination of youth and a lover that he had known the pack would find taboo twice over had heightened their time together. It had been beautiful, wild, and passionate. And too brief.He had been a coward, he knew. In many ways, Cameron was like a better version of himself, he thought, turning his head to the office on the opposite s

Havermouth, Present TimeJules’ heels hit the softness of the mattress and he staggered and would have fallen if Harry’s finger hadn’t been hooked into his shirt.“Oh, no,” Harry grinned. “You’re not getting away. I’ve been waiting a very long time for my person.”Jules’ breath caught and he forgot to swallow for a moment. Was he Harry’s person? Was Harry his? It had happened so quickly, that flash of recognition, that burn of desire… He had been so busy thinking about whether it was possible, he hadn’t considered what it would mean.When Jules had been a young alpha, he would never have contemplated a vampire as a mate. It would have been unthinkable, as unthinkable as a human, as unthinkable as a man. He knew that Cameron had struggled with his relationship with the Triquetra because the pack still found such things unthinkable, but… Jules was older, tougher, and his tolerance for the pack’s biases had diminished over the years.He’d ceased thinking about his desires as being his fa