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Pack of Lies by Lucy Felthouse

(Ellora’s Cave Publishing; August 2014)

Chapter One: Modern-day Eyam

Pack of Lies by Lucy FelthouseAs Matthew and Isaac Adams opened the front door to their house, the telephone started ringing. Matthew sighed. “Typical. No rest for the wicked. I’ll answer it, you go and get ready for work.”

Isaac nodded and headed off to do as his brother advised. Matthew, the older of the two, walked toward the ringing phone and snatched it off the hook. Then, remembering that the person on the other end of the line would have no idea what a rough night he’d just had, he made the effort to inject some politeness into his tone.

“Hello? Adams residence.” Isaac had told him time and time again that the last part about the residence was old-fashioned, that people didn’t say that anymore, but Matthew couldn’t seem to shake it.

“Hello, Matthew? It’s Richard.” The village vicar’s voice, even though he’d only spoken four words, sounded strained, almost panicked. “You boys just get back?”

“Yeah, a moment ago. Why, what’s up?”

“I, uh… I got a call. A dead sheep has been found up on the moor. Not just dead. Mutilated. Like a wild animal attack.”

An unpleasant feeling wormed its way under Matthew’s skin and his stomach flipped. “Oh?” He paused, then figured he had nothing to gain by not saying the next words he wanted to. “You don’t think it was us?”

The vicar’s gasp was instant, one of genuine surprise. “Lord, no! Absolutely not. I just phoned to let you know and I was wondering if you’d come up there with me and take a look. You and Isaac are probably more qualified than anyone else in the village to tell what did this.”

“Isaac has to work. He just went to get ready. But yes, I’ll come up. I’ll let my brother know where I’m going, then I’ll be straight over. Are you at the rectory?”

“Yes. Okay, I’ll see you soon. Thanks, Matthew. Bye.”


Matthew hung up the phone with another sigh. The horrible feeling that had crept under his skin and taken over his gut seemed as if it was there to stay, and it was never a good sign. The vicar’s news was surprising, yes, but he also had an inkling that it was going to spell trouble, or at the very least inconvenience, for him and his brother.

Pulling in a deep breath in an attempt to calm his jangling nerves, Matthew walked upstairs and toward his brother’s bedroom. The door was closed. He knocked. “You decent?”

“Yeah,” Isaac replied, “close enough.”

Stepping into the room, Matthew looked at his brother. He was half dressed, ready for his shift at the doctor’s surgery, where he was a general practitioner. “Sorry to interrupt, mate, but that was Richard on the phone. They’ve found a mutilated sheep up on the moor, and he’s asked me to go with him to check it out.”

Isaac paused with one arm pushed into his shirtsleeve. “He doesn’t think—”

Matthew cut him off. “No. He was quite adamant about that. He just thought we’d be able to help figure out what did it. I explained that you’ve got to go to work, though. I’m going to head across there now and go up with him.”

“I could phone in, let them know I’ll be late.”

Matthew held up his hand. “There’s no need, brother. Relax. Just go to work and help the sick people. I’ll let you know what—if anything—I find out.”

Opening his mouth, then closing it again, Isaac seemed to have thought better of whatever he was going to say. He continued to dress. “All right, I will. But make sure you let me know what happens. Send me a text or something, and I’ll phone you as soon as I have a gap in between patients.”

Matthew grimaced. He hated texting. Hated mobile phones, actually. Technology was one of the things he disliked most about modern-day life, though he realized it was a necessary evil. It solved as many problems for him and his brother as it created, so he dealt with it as best he could. Fortunately, Isaac had always had an affinity with computers and phones, so he tutored his older brother.

“Yeah, all right. I’d better go and find my phone first then, eh?”

Smirking at his brother’s rolled eyes, he left the room and headed for his own bedroom, where he thought he’d left the device the previous night, before he and Isaac had headed for the caves. Immediately spotting the mobile phone—which Isaac often made a point of telling him was akin to a brick—he grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket and made his way downstairs.

Retrieving his keys from the hook by the front door, he called up to his brother. “I’m going now, Isaac. I’ll see you after my shift at the pub. I’m working until closing time.”

“Okay. Don’t forget to keep me posted!”

“I won’t.” As if he could forget. The dead sheep was going to be a big thing, he just knew it. The vicar might not think he and his brother had anything to do with it, but some of the other villagers might. When there was no proof either way, just his and Isaac’s word, it was understandable, really. Since he and his brother changed into wolves every full moon, it was a natural conclusion to draw. Particularly since normal wolves had been extinct in England for over five hundred years.

Huffing out a breath, he left the house and crunched down the driveway to his car. He hardly used it, since he lived and worked in the village, but it was useful for shopping—the nearest large supermarket was not within walking distance—and heading up to the moor, which was about a mile and a half out of the village up a very steep hill. Matthew could get up there with no trouble thanks to his werewolf genes, which made him much faster and fitter than the average man, but he feared the vicar, despite being only thirty-five, would find it much harder work. Time was of the essence too. They needed to get up there and scout out the area and look for evidence before too many other people walked over it or the weather turned.

Starting the engine of the four-by-four, he maneuvered off the drive and onto the road before turning in the direction of the rectory. Eyam was so small that it took barely a minute to get there. Honking the car’s horn, Matthew waited for the vicar to come out and gave him a friendly wave when he appeared.

The clergyman, Richard Denys, waved back as he approached, seconds later opening the door and clambering up into the passenger seat.

“Morning,” Richard said, slamming the door shut. “I’m really sorry to have bothered you with this, especially since you only just got home.”

Shrugging, Matthew said, “It’s not a problem. I’m not working until this evening and I’m happy to help out. It’s in Isaac’s and my interests to find out who or what did this before the finger of suspicion points at us.” He turned the car around and headed back in the direction he’d come, then after a little while indicated right.

“I hate to say it, but it is a possibility. You know you have my full support in this. I know you and Isaac change down in the caves and have done for years. Even if you didn’t head down there every full moon, I still wouldn’t believe you did this.”

They were now traveling up Hawkhill Road, past the village museum, then onto Edge Road, which would take them right up to the border of the moor. “Thank you, Richard. That means a lot to both of us. I just hope it doesn’t come down to whether anyone believes us or not. I hope we can find out exactly what happened and nip this thing in the bud.”

“Me too. Alex and Kevin are up there already, as they were the ones who found the sheep. They were walking the dogs before work.”

The men in question ran the village shop and post office respectively, and Matthew was immediately aware that they would need to get away soon to open up their businesses for the day. “Okay, no worries. They can head off as soon as we get there, get to work.”

“Yeah, that’s the plan.”

“Excellent.” If only it was, he thought. Today was going to be as far from excellent as it was possible to be. The best-case scenario would be to discover that a fox or some other predator had mauled the sheep, and that still left the unfortunate farmer with a dead sheep. The worst-case scenario really didn’t bear thinking about.

They sat in silence for the few minutes it took to get to the side road at the edge of the moor, and Matthew parked up on the verge. Both men jumped out of the vehicle and headed for the pair of entrances to the area. “Whereabouts are they?” Matthew asked, pausing next to the stile set into the dry stone wall.

Richard pointed off to the right. “Along the path toward Hazelford, where the sheep sometimes graze on the moor…” He tailed off. “But you already know that. Sorry, Matthew. I’m telling you stuff you know a lot more about than I do.”

“It’s all right, don’t worry. Come on, let’s go.” With that he strode toward the gate. There was a very small patch of grass before the area transformed into full-on, heather-covered land that was almost inaccessible in places. The stone circle on the moor, Wet Withens, was a total pain in the backside to get to because of all the foliage, much to the disappointment of villagers and tourists alike. Matthew and Isaac, of course, having lived in the village for over four hundred years, had visited the circle many times, before the undergrowth was even there. It had been used as one of the supply drop-off points during the plague of 1665.

As he passed through the gate and stepped onto the grassy area, Matthew’s mood took a further dip as thoughts flew through his mind. The fourteen months that the bubonic plague, or Black Death, had been in Eyam had been the worst of his life. He’d still been a policeman at the time, and because he and Isaac had been in no danger of contracting the disease, they had done everything they could to help out—tending to the sick, digging graves and burying the dead, heading out to the boundary markers to pick up supplies and leave payment and much more. They hadchanged up on the moor then, as it had been long before they’d realized that the mine and cave system that ran under Eyam Dale would serve their purposes better. As part of the agreement they’d had with the villagers—who had discovered their true nature several years previously—they’d seen off any predators that threatened the livestock. And because when they changed they were aware of their actions and could remember them afterward, they’d known not to harm the farm animals themselves. So there was no reason for the villagers to think that he and Isaac would start slaughtering sheep now. But doubt was a powerful thing. It didn’t help that the sheep had been found so near to the anniversary of the plague, which understandably made the villagers more sensitive. Just the previous day the annual service had been held in Cucklett Delph, honoring the long-deceased villagers and their bravery.

Pushing thoughts of the plague and doubting villagers from his mind, Matthew continued along the path with Richard in tow. He had to deliberately slow down so as not to leave the vicar behind. In an attempt to lift his mood, he took the opportunity to soak up the sights, sounds and smells around him. The sun was up and rapidly warming the air and ground, chasing away the dew. Birds, mercifully unaware of what had unfolded, tweeted and sang and went about their business. The area itself was as stunningly beautiful as always. The plant life was plentiful in shades of purple, green and brown and the views were both panoramic and dramatic. A much-needed feeling of warmth seeped into his bones and made him think that perhaps things weren’t so bad after all.

Unfortunately, his respite was short-lived, as before long the lovely scents of nature that had filled his nostrils were replaced by something utterly repugnant—the smell of rotting flesh. It was one he’d experienced far too many times in his long lifetime, and one he wished he’d never have to smell again. But there it was, and it told him that they were close to their destination. Sure enough, a few meters farther and he caught sight of Alex and Kevin standing just a little way off the path, holding on tight to their dogs’ leads. Presumably the canines were interested in a closer look at the dead creature and their owners were against this idea for several reasons.

Approaching the men, Matthew called out his greeting. He wanted to accompany it with a smile but couldn’t summon up the enthusiasm. The stench by now was overwhelming to his senses, so it must have been pretty revolting to the humans too. The dogs probably had it on a par with him.

“Morning,” both men replied, directing the word to Matthew and Richard.

The vicar chimed in with his response, then there was an awkward moment of silence before Kevin broke it. “Sorry to call you out here so early, fellas, but I knew you’d want to see this. We came up here to walk the dogs before work and when we got close to this bit, the dogs suddenly went berserk. Good job they were on their leads, otherwise God knows what they’d have done. Oh sorry, Vicar.”

Richard rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to apologize to me every time you say ‘God’, Kevin. I’ve told you that before.”

The older man gave a strained smile, then continued, “So, um, yeah, here it is. We haven’t even let the farmer know yet.” He indicated a spot a few feet behind himself and Alex, and the two groups of men traded places.

“Thanks, gents,” Matthew said, giving them a nod. “We’ll take it from here—we know you have to get back down to the village to open up. I’m not working until this evening, and we all know the vicar only works one morning a week.” He grinned widely at the clergyman, who returned the gesture—it was a joke they’d had between them for years.

“All right,” Alex said, moving away and tugging hard at his dog’s lead. The creature clearly didn’t want to leave. Kevin and his dog followed suit. “Let us know what you find out, won’t you? If we’ve got ourselves some predators ’round here then we need to do something about it.” He looked pointedly at Matthew, who gave a tight grin.

“Isaac and I can chase off any predators if necessary, Alex. We can change any night and spread our scent about too, to ward them off. But hopefully we won’t need to.” Now he gave a pointed look.

Alex held up his free hand in supplication. “Hey, I know you don’t like changing up here anymore, and I get it. I agree the caves are much safer—no chance of anyone accidentally seeing you there—but the sooner we get rid of this problem, the better. You know what folk can be like—if they get the idea into their heads that you and your brother might be responsible for this, it’ll be difficult to persuade them that that’s not the case.”

“I know, mate. Trust me, I want to get rid of this problem as much as you do. More, probably. And one way or the other, we’ll sort it. Have no doubt of that.” Matthew realized he was practically growling the words by the end of his speech, but he didn’t care. Whatever was going on here directly affected the things he most cared about—himself, his brother and the village. He would put a stop to it—whatever it was—if it was the last thing he did.

After a series of exchanged goodbyes, the men parted ways, Kevin and Alex and their pets heading back to the village, and Matthew and Richard turning to the carcass.

Matthew had started breathing through his mouth many minutes ago—the smell was just too overpowering. The vicar had pulled his sleeve down over his hand and pressed it to his nose. The two of them surveyed the scene for several minutes before turning to each other with confused expressions.

“What do you think?” Richard said, his voice muffled through his hand.

“I can’t pick up any scent except for… that,”he indicated the dead sheep, “and clearly this was no natural death. Even carrion birds can’t make this much mess in such a short period of time. This was definitely a large predator. If it was a possibility, I’d say a wolf for sure, which obviously gives me cause for concern. I know for a fact it wasn’t me or my brother, and wolves haven’t been around these parts for over five hundred years. It could be a fox or a badger, I suppose, but I can’t see it. This is—was—a damn big sheep.”

“Could there be more werewolves in the area?”

The unpleasant sensation in Matthew’s stomach increased and he clenched his fists. “I hadn’t even considered that. There could be. I haven’t heard of any, but then Isaac and I keep ourselves to ourselves in that regard. As soon as we’re back in the village I’ll start looking into it.” He turned away from his friend and began scouting around the area, even daring to sniff a couple of times to see if he could scent anything else.

When he returned to Richard’s side, he shook his head. “There’s nothing here that helps. I still can’t smell anything else except for you, Alex and Kevin, but that doesn’t mean anything, really. This happened during the night and any other trails would have faded. My nostrils are being pounded by sheep carcass. Speaking of which, what are we going to do with it now?”

“I’ll give Jack a call.” Despite having his nose and mouth covered, the clergyman looked decidedly green. Matthew figured it was a good idea to get the other man out of there and let him call the farmer whose sheep it was and tell him the bad news once they got back to the car and into some fresher air. The farmer wouldn’t be happy to receive the news, obviously, but he’d want to get the carcass out of the field quickly so it didn’t encourage any more predators or freak out any other walkers.

“Okay. Come on, let’s go. There’s nothing else we can do here.”

The relief was evident on Richard’s half-covered face as they turned back the way they’d come. Matthew fell into step behind his friend and wondered how on earth he was going to break this to his brother.

About Lucy Felthouse

Lucy FelthouseLucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes.

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Pack of Lies by Lucy FelthousePack of Lies

Werewolf brothers Matthew and Isaac have lived in the peaceful village of Eyam all their lives. The villagers know what happens every full moon, and are happy to keep their secret. But their privacy comes at a cost—neither brother has taken a lover in almost four hundred years.

Then at the full moon, a sheep is slaughtered on Eyam Moor, by what could only be an animal. A large, vicious animal. Even the brothers’ staunchest supporters begin to have their doubts. Meanwhile Isaac is smitten by a handsome newcomer to the village, while a vivacious visitor is happy to offer Matthew her all.

As they indulge their lust, they must clear their names and convince their neighbours that they aren’t also letting their baser instincts out to play.

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On her first day, Alice finds her boss, Jeremy Davenport, in a compromising position. Jeremy and his best friend Ethan Hayes, Head of Security at Davenport Manor, turn the situation around and give her an ultimatum. Faced with the possibility of losing her job, Alice agrees to their indecent proposal.

When the dust settles and Alice has time to think, she realises perhaps it isn’t such a bad thing after all. But what happens when Alice thinks she’s falling for both men?

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