Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Pack's Emissary: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Havermouth, Present TimeNiarthen shifted on the mat, his eyes going out over the camp. He wanted the end of the war as much as Aislen did. He felt responsible for starting it. It had been his report of what he had seen and experienced in the river that had set the war into motion, and at the time he had believed it was the right thing to do, and entirely necessary. He had even been a little excited to be part of implementing the event that generations of Mer had carefully planned and that had been spoken of almost reverently his entire life.He had served his people over the years to the best of his ability, and at times that service had involved bloodshed. He was known and respected for taking violent action when it was needed, but always only when it was absolutely necessary, and with efficiency.It was why he was trusted with the coastal patrols. The hierarchy of the Mer trusted his judgment and that he would take the necessary action if there was a human encounter. He had taken t

Havermouth, Present TimeTalen took his time shampooing and then conditioning Aislen’s hair, using his fingers to comb the conditioner through and picking out little bits of debris, lining them up on the edge of the vanity like a record of Aislen’s travels.“There’s a ladybug somewhere,” Aislen was lulled almost to sleep. “You can add it to your hair trophies if you find it.”“You’re just randomly keeping bugs in your hair now?” Rhett asked from the bathroom door. His arms were filled with products, and he emptied them out onto the vanity. “Or are you practicing for when the kids bring home headlice?”“Oh my gawd,” Aislen gaped at him. “Headlice.”“Yeah, it’s totally a thing,” he told her. “I get a lot of mummies in for tattoos, and they tend to do it in pairs or small groups. It’s like a bonding thing. They sit, I tattoo them, they talk to each other. Stuff like little Jenny Junior brought home headlice for the fifth time this year and now the mummy-getting-Jenny’s name tattooed with

Havermouth, Present Time"I am very sorry for your loss," Sigrid said solemnly. "And it is right that we discuss Bianca and the events leading up to her death.""A human woman June Barnham and Bianca were behind a coup of humans and werewolves to return August Mason to control of the pack and Havermouth," Sigrid explained in a matter-of-fact manner. "There was unrest after you left for Rideten, and this group of dissidents believed that August would provide strong leadership in the ongoing war against the Van Helsings. When Samuel removed August from the bunker they attempted to track him, but Samuel discovered the bug and disposed of it. August was taken to Tony and Fatima. However, the coup did not know that. They searched here -""That would explain the broken front door," Cameron commented."The front door is broken?" Aislen was surprised."Kicked in, lock busted. Not a big deal," Cameron replied. "I guess they searched the house. Smashed open some drawers in Heath's office, kicke

Havermouth, Present TimeThe conversation circled around on itself creating two camps of thought. Those who supported handing Leighton over were Heath, Rhett, Connery, Harry, Sigrid, and her Triquetra. Those who believed there had to be another way - but were not specific as to what that way would be - were Cameron, Jules, Talen, and Meguitte.Samuel abstained stating that he did not know the man or the circumstances having just been peripheral to the action during the Van Helsing occupation of Havermouth.If majority ruled, Leighton would be surrendered. If that was even possible to do.They had agreed to meet Niarthen on the bridge and to take his party to a secure meeting location and discuss it further there, and then their little meeting had broken up.Cameron had gone with Jules for a walk around the property. Jules had large gaps in his memory and Cameron was helping to fill them. Harry had taken Ryan to put the little boy to bed. Sigrid and her Triquetra had gone to their room

Havermouth, Present TimeTalen heard them coming up the stairs and as waiting by the open double doors into the playroom, braced in the doorframe, his bulk blocking entry. He was shirtless, barefoot, and his jeans were open at the fly. His hair had grown, Aislen thought, its ends now brushing his nipples, the piercings glinting through the strands.His smile was slow and smouldering as they approached, and Aislen felt a wave of desire burn through her. “Fuck me,” she fanned her face with her hand. “I’m not sure which one of us went the most weak-kneed to see you half naked and doing a door-lean like that, Daddy, but all three of us turned into hormonal cum-puddles.”Talen’s chuckle was rich. “You know the rules,” he said. “Undress at the door.”“You breaking the rules Daddy?” Rhett teased, even as he began to pull his top off over his head.“I’m making the rules, brat,” Talen corrected. “Safe words?”“R & G,” Aislen toed off her shoes. “What’s Heath up to?”“Oh,” Talen’s smirk turned