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Havermouth, Present Time “We should make the trip to the MegaStore and get some sleep,” Harry’s werewolf, Jules, decided as the group shuffled back out of the narrow hallway and into the night. He ran his hands wearily through his hair, his eyes shadowed and tired.

Jules agreed. “Jules!” Someone called from the stables, and Harry and Jules crossed to meet them. It wasn’t someone that Harry knew, an older man, and a human, Harry realized as they drew close. “Would you have a look at you!” The man stared at Jules. “You look as if you’ve lost twenty years. Is that a werewolf thing?” “A vampire thing,” Harry replied when they saw that Jules was lost and struggling. They smiled their most charming smile and extended their hand. “I’m Harry, Jules’ partner.”

When we enter the clubhouse; Remi has my mother dancing to some rap song about twerking. They're laughing and having a good time. All of a sudden Remi squeals so loud everyone in the room watches as she runs towards the door. "Ohmygod! Skullz!" Skullz, the son of one of the original seven hellhounds; catches her as she jumps in his arms. "Hey, Ladybug. Longtime no see." Remi hugs him then climbs down.

The first one stepped in front of me and ordered him to calm himself down immediately. “Eric, we have the medics on the way. Everything will be fine.” he said and then turned back to me with a smile. He must have mind linked his people. “I apologise for the abruptness; we are just protecting our pack borders as you can appreciate. My name is Harry. I am the Beta to this pack. Emerald City. These are my brothers, Eric, and Finn. It looks like someone in that car is my brother's mate. Is she injured?” he asked pointing to the car where his brother was ripping the door off to get to my sister.

However, he did not shrug me off and merely went back to his phone call. “Why are you coming back early? I thought you’d be in London for at least another week?” Rem asked, sounding more annoyed at this other person than he was curious. “And I won’t worm out of it. Despite what you like to accuse me of all the fucking time, I do my job as a Hunter. Stop hassling me over shit,” was Rem’s rebuttal. “We came across a huge fucking werewolf here in London but the bastard vanished on us,” the voice said, still annoyed. I knew that voice now and couldn’t help but smirk.