The frigid night air rolls over me, the small bite of wind unwelcomed by Beast. I'm sitting next to a small fire on a ledge in the hills, looking about thirty feet down from a cliff, with only one thought on my mind.Marinah.The separation has Beast boiling beneath the surface doing everything he can to force my hand. Claws rake my insides and squeeze my internal organs. I crave her like air and must remind myself that we're doing this for the greater good. That good has weighed on me since Greystone's death. I never felt I was good enough to take his place, I also knew I was the only one who could do it, so it became my sacrifice. A sacrifice I'm now regretting because of my separation from Marinah.Movement in the distance draws my attention and I wait until they're closer before notifying the men that one of the other teams has arrived. It's Nokita and his men. They're tired and hungry having traveled a greater distance than we covered. It's an hour before the men are situated a
I'm told by Officer Daniels that I need an escort to visit my friends at my old job. Friends is a loose term. I did my job, went home, and rarely socialized. It was easier that way, though they consistently invited me out. "Out" is anywhere they could find a drink. If I started downing alcohol, I wouldn't have stopped. It was better to stay away.The escort Officer Daniels arranged doesn't arrive until about an hour before the analyst shift is over. I'm sure it was planned this way. What they don't know is it could work in my favor. I need my co-workers to invite me out and I'm hoping after my long absence, they will. My guard stays at the door when we enter the small box-like room I called home during working hours. Stark gray desks with writing utensils fill the room. Nothing to adorn the walls and nothing personal scattered around such as pictures or mementos. This is where I worked and socializing as well as decoration of any kind was frowned upon. I never questioned why. Thad,
It's Landan's turn to look at everyone, though his expression is fierce and meant to keep them quiet."Landan." He glances at me and I see the disgust in his eyes. "They gave me the title, dressed me like a hooker, and sent me to Cuba to," I hold my fingers up and give my next word quotes, "'negotiate' with the Shadow Warriors. I'm lucky I survived, wasn't raped, or eaten for a midnight snack. I came to see you, my friends, because things aren't as they seem and I was hoping someone in this group would be honest with me." I give them time to review what I said.Landan speaks for the others. "Why should we trust you?"I straighten my shoulders and the poor little scared girl routine slides away easily. "Because with the little you've said, I could already have you arrested." If looks could kill, I would be dead."She's right," Kara says coming to my defense. "She has a guard who isn't fond of her. Do we have a choice about trust? We're all dead if she gives the say-so."Mila, who i
Nothing eventful happens over the next few days besides boredom. There are only so many spots on the wall to count and the books they've left me to read are depressing novels that do nothing but put me to sleep. I've requested a meeting with the president about my inactivity and haven't heard back.Friday takes forever to arrive. I've spoken only briefly to Labyrinth. Thankfully it was enough time to relay what Landan and the ladies told me. Labyrinth is concerned they're setting me up. I understand, but he wasn't at the bar and didn't see their fear or anger at the Federation. If they had betrayed us, it would already be too late and we would be jailed or dead. I left Labyrinth with those exact words.Officer Daniels escorts me to the ladies' quarters himself when Friday evening finally arrives. "I'll pick you up here in three hours," he says and walks off."Make it four," I call out. He doesn't turn and if he arrives early, he'll be cooling his heels in the hallway for the extra h
"Am I horrible for being relieved that they aren't something sent from hell?" Skylar asks.Kara's lips scrunch before she replies. "I liked the 'hell' scenario better than zombies.""The Shadow Warriors still call them hellhounds and I agree. I'd rather think about killing hellhounds because I swear, I would grimace every time I killed a zombie." Three mouths drop open and I realize what I've admitted. "My father killed hellhounds and I asked King to teach me. I'm still working on my technique."Mila circles her arms around herself and shivers. "Once you have it down, please share. I'm still terrified of them.""Deal." Every human needs to be trained to kill them and I plan to see that happens. The Federation should require military training for everyone and that's one more thing I never picked up on.We go back to business and make a list of everything we know. We've always worked by putting our knowledge together and turning numbers into percentages and it's never failed us. Unf
I mourn the loss of my friend while the absence of Marinah destroys me. I can only take the nagging sense of danger for so long before I'm at the breaking point and act. Getting away undetected by Nokita isn't easy. He was taught by the best tracker we have and I never had much luck escaping Beck. I bide my time and while the men are eating dinner, I sneak off quickly.Once I'm clear of our perimeter guards, I shift, giving Beast the lead and kick it into high gear, running at top speed. Beast loves it because he knows exactly where we're headed.Mate, he whispers into my soul.I travel more than seventy miles in three hours, avoiding hellhounds and humans, and arrive in the Federation's territory a little after eleven. I feel Marinah in every cell. I know she's close, pulling on Beast even if she isn't aware it's happening. She'll feel it and I'm counting on her to listen to her beast. I have no idea where she is within the underground compounds, so it could take another hour to ze
Seeing King was exactly what I needed and still, I'm torn apart when he leaves. I lay awake for hours thinking about him-his scent, his taste, and how his body feels when he becomes part of me. Ms. Beast likes these thoughts and for the most part only purrs in contentment. When my sadness overflows over King leaving me, and I can no longer take it, I switch to making plans. Beginning tomorrow, things will change even if it means grabbing the president by the balls and discovering what the heck is going on. Sitting in my room like a good little Federation follower isn't getting me anywhere.Foggy headed from lack of sleep, I need strong black coffee to clear my brain in the morning. Even the disgusting chicory stuff the Federation serves should help.The cafeteria isn't crowded when I enter and take my usual table after putting today's mush-an unidentifiable substance-on a tray and filling two cups with straight black coffee. After the first cup, I feel better and while no one pays at
With the hair on the back of my neck standing on end, I check drawers and cabinets hoping Labyrinth was able to leave a message or something. I find nothing-no note and zero of their personal belongings. It's like they were never here.There's only one person who can provide answers and it's time for me and the president to have a long talk. If he's harmed a single Shadow Warrior, he'll be the first dead Federation president in office.I know where his main work quarters are and that's where I head. I pass only two people on the first half of my journey, which is odd. I pass no one when I get closer to the president's office, which is stranger still. "Miss Church. We need you to come with us," says an unknown man wearing military attire followed by four soldiers. The "Miss Church" is telling. I could handle all five of them in Warrior form, but now is not the time."Sure," I say with much more calmness than I feel. "I was looking for President Barnes's office hoping to schedule an