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The Pack's Rebels The Peace Offering
Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeThaelen shielded his eyes from the glare of the sun as it sparked off the machinery of the humans on the other side of the mountain range. Were they, as the lookouts had suspected, preparing for another war? Not another war. The same war, he thought grimly, fought over and over and over again.Every new generation of human seemed determined to crush Concordia and take everything that they possessed.His efforts to get the humans to forget about their history of raiding their coasts through his trade with Astreau had been unsuccessful - although the trade itself had been incredibly productive. Ships travelled constantly between Concordia’s port and Astreau, although the import of human beings only occurred once or twice a year. Concordia’s artisans were kept busy producing products to trade with Astreau, who could not get enough of skills and techniques developed through centuries of practice.Their relationship with Astreau remained the only posit
The Pack's Rebels History Lessons
Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeThey agreed to meet the Lord Jermyne the following morning, to give the Lord time to make his arrangements, but also to allow Thaelen to make his own. He was not inclined to trust the humans too easily, he thought, nor to allow the Lord to spy upon Concordia. He would control very carefully what the Lord saw, and what he learnt.He spent some time considering the problems ahead of him, and then wrote a letter to Sigrid, giving it to Jaylin. “Take this to Sigrid,” he instructed firmly. “Do not delay. She needs to make these arrangements before I arrive with the human Lord.”“Couldn’t I…?” Jaylin protested. “Surely someone else could do it?”“Jaylin,” Thaelen raised his eyebrows. “This is not a punishment, but because I trust you.” In truth, he needed a few days break from the man, and the fact that it was becoming tempting to just f-k him.There were shades of Gera to the relationship that concerned him. If he let himself indulge just once with Jay
The Pack's Rebels Marriage Proposals
Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeThe watch tower accommodations were far from luxurious in scale. In the mountains, the flat space was limited, and each tower had been selected for its outlook over the human lands more than for the comfort of those who spent their time within it, therefore the courtyard space was small, and the buildings around it were designed around the ungiving stone with rambling levels and cramped corners.Water was restricted to that collected from the run-off from the rooves, and therefore bathing was limited to a bowl of water and a washcloth – which suited the soldiers who worked in shifts from the tower, returning to civilization between, and the miners whose labor ingrained into their skin making daily bathing seem pointless.The Lord Jermyne and his squires were escorted to their accommodation for the night, and Thaelen left them doing their best to repair their appearance using the washbowl and cloth in the chamber. As he returned down the stairs Hae
The Pack's Rebels In The Tunnels
Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeAs anticipated, Lord Jermyne woke in the morning with a sore head and no memory of the night before. Unmercifully, Thaelen pushed on with his time schedule, and they all met in the courtyards just before dawn, with the Lord visibly held upright between his squires.Thaelen and Haethnir exchanged a smothered laugh, but, in truth, Thaelen thought, for all the Lord Jermyne’s apparent intoxicated open-ness, he did not feel that he understood the man, or his people, completely. There were things that did not quite add up for him, and that made him suspicious of the ambassador and his squires – although their searches of their possessions, persons, and the prized chests, hadn’t revealed anything that wasn’t appropriate for an ambassador approaching an unknown people in the hopes of making an alliance.Was it possible that Thaelen was misinterpreting a genuine overture of peace towards his people?They walked the jagged mountain terrain towards the coast
The Pack's Rebels Thaelen's Bath
Concordia, Seven Hundred Years Before Their meandering journey through the tunnels took three days, during which Thaelen felt that he was able to get a grasp both on the Lord Jermyne, and on what his people sought from Concordia. Thaelen wished to be cautious, however he found himself liking the man and his squires and enjoying their company. When they stepped out into Concordia’s side of the mountains, all three humans stopped to gape. “It is… stunning,” Lord Jermyne exclaimed. “Simply amazing. I have seen the coast from the ocean, and the mighty wall with which you control entry into your bay, but to see it from within… Amazing. The development and cultivation of the land… The castles and cities…” “We are primarily artisans,” Thaelen explained as they began to pick their way down the mountainside. “We hone our skills over generations and our craftmanship is highly sought after by Astreau. They send their young to us to teach. But,” he chuckled. “Rarely do they return. They like
The Pack's Rebels Opening Proposals
Concordia, Seven Hundred Years Before Jaylin made a hasty retreat, passing Sigrid in the bedchamber as he did so, his expression bewildered and alarmed. Thaelen followed him out of the bathroom, drying his hair on a cloth, and paused in the doorframe between the rooms when he saw Sigrid as he wore nothing but his own skin, but then shrugged. Whilst it had been many years since they had been young together, and society had changed much in that time, with vampires becoming accustomed to private rooms, private bathrooms, and private bodies, he had not changed much in the centuries between and there was nothing on him that she would not have seen before. She watched him cross to the bed and begin to dress. “That was kind of you, Thaelen,” she observed. “Kind?” He glanced over his shoulder and arched an eyebrow. “What gave you the idea that I was being kind?” “They are happy, the three of them, Willa, Luos, and Jaylin,” she replied. “It is an unusual arrangement, as he is not their mate
The Pack's Rebels I Need To Speak
Havermouth, Present TimeTalen’s eyes were only for his mates, and Meguitte pressed back against the wall, her heart in her throat as she watched him pull them to him. The expression on his face… She felt a painful ache of envy, sorrow, and happiness for him. And she wanted to sink into the floor, to evaporate, to simply disappear…Connery peeled her away from the wall, putting his arm around her shoulders, and capturing one of her hands in his. He spoke no words, did not look down at her, and drew no attention to his actions from those around them, but simply offered his touch in comfort.And it was comforting. In Connery, at least, she had an ally, someone who would stand with her whilst she made her confession to the man who had saved her life and given her a new one, to whom she had made a promise and then broken it.She swallowed hard. “Thaelen,” she said, barely a croak of his name, and yet he heard, turning his head slightly so that he caught sight of her out of the corner of h
The Pack's Rebels Meguitte's Chains
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
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