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pack and not have a were.  It wouldn’t matter that I might be part dragon.  I was dead and so was everyone I’d ever cared about. 
    Then I realised that the only thing I could now hear was the sound of the wind whistling through the streets and the occasional rumble of a car in the distance.  Think, Mack, think, I forced myself.  His Voice had been faint.  Most alphas couldn’t use their Voice far out of their local vicinity but Corrigan had contacted me once from London whilst I was in Cornwall and that had been as a clear as a bell.  This time, however, I’d had to struggle to work out what he‘d been saying.  He couldn’t be anywhere nearby.  And he’d said he’d find me.  That meant that he still didn’t know where I was.  I felt the tension almost immediately release itself from my body.  He was probably just teasing me, trying to keep me on my toes. I’d not been expecting to hear him; he’d kept pushing at me with his Voice after I left Cornwall but since passing the north-east of England I’d heard nothing and had assumed that I was either out of his range or that he’d given up. Between Solus and my suspicions about Mrs Alcoon and now this though, this day was shaping up to be one of the worst I’d had for a long time, and I’d not even had lunch yet.
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    Once I was home, I changed into a warmer jumper and pulled out a pair of fingerless gloves from a box under the bed.  I tried to find some iron weaponry that I could take with me in case Solus decided to show up again, but I had scant few belongings and hadn’t thought to prepare myself against a miniature Fae invasion.  All my efforts had been concentrated against defending myself against the Pack, and Corrigan.  I decided that I’d run this errand for Mrs Alcoon and then definitely take my leave of Inverness and its cold winds.  I felt a brief of twinge of guilt because I did like the old lady.  Still, I’d only worked for her for two days so I was pretty sure she wouldn’t be too devastated at her loss.  Besides which, the uncanny way she seemed to read my mind and the Fae book – even if Solus had planted it there – most certainly hinted at things I’d probably do my best to stay away from.  I was sure she was harmless but, given my past history with the otherworld, it would be wise to avoid anything even remotely connected with it.  I didn’t know whether Solus would be able to track me if I moved but, even if I completely discounted Mrs Alcoon, there was the threat of Corrigan to take into consideration as well.  If he was still in London then his power must be getting stronger for him to project his Voice this much further - and that spelled danger with a capital D.  And if it wasn’t that his power was stronger but rather that he was nearer in location to me – well, I had to move on.  I could probably sneak across the Channel to France somehow without a passport and then take things from there.
    I buttered one of the leftover rolls from my previous night’s dinner and sat down on the bed with the laptop whilst I crammed it into my mouth.  Logging onto the Othernet took a few minutes thanks to my slow internet connection so, whilst I waited, I flicked on the stained kettle to sort myself out a caffeine hit then drummed my fingers against the keys impatiently.  I was in a hurry to get up to the Cairn and find these herbs and then pack up my belongings and get out of Dodge.
    As soon as I was in, I typed Solus into the search engine but nothing came up.  I tried Fae and of course ended up with thousands of entries.  Clicking on the first one, a website helpfully entitled Faepaedia, I scanned through its contents.
    The Fae are a strong race of daemons that have power over many demsenes.  Their true origins have been lost as time has gone by, however they boast of considerable magical powers.  Human in appearance, the Fae can transport themselves between planes without the cumbersome requirement for