Rage and anguish blinded her to everything. In wolf form, Keira stumbled through the undergrowth. She was only eleven, but already experienced in her powers as wolf. Simon, her little brother, whom the demons promised to spare in exchange for her slavery to ad, as well. Her parents, her pack, they were all dead. Not even when the wolf opened its mouth, showing fangs as sharp as dinner knives. Dale remained motionless, his gaze never leaving the creature. The wolf was as large as a small Shetland pony. Slightly drained, he opened his eyes, and turned to leave. The magick shield would prevent humans from entering the area, and save them from meeting the same fate as the wolves. Now go.Īs soon as his men had passed, Dale lifted his hands, closed his eyes and began a low chant. You have no idea of the extent of my powers. If you ward it with magick, you’ll drain your powers, Etienne warned.ĭale gave a cold smile. I’m not leaving this area for some naive civilian to stumble into and get killed. All the more reason for me to stay with you, sir. Whoever did this isn’t human.Įtienne’s jaw tightened. Use that nose of yours and flush out the smells of gunpowder, avoid the fighting at all costs. Take the pup, head west and lead the men out of here. Etienne wiped a trickle of sweat from his face, smearing the green and black greasepaint. Like Mages, there were different classes of werewolves. Our young don’t shift until they reach puberty. When Etienne arrived, the werewolf studied the dog, his eyes furious. The little guy hadn’t wanted to leave his mistress. Dale raised his weapon and crawled down.Ī black puppy, barely alive, hidden by the corpses. The way the little group clung to each other, as if providing comfort in their last terrified moments, made him sick with anger.Ī small whimper caught his attention. In his five years as a navy SEAL, he’d seen his share of horrors. His stomach threatened to spill out the MRE he’d eaten. Revulsion and horror punched him.įlies buzzed around a dozen naked bodies lying atop each other amid the dirt, grass and leaves. Dale belly-crawled up a small rise, to a ravine and peered over. The sickeningly sweet stench of decay assaulted his senses. Like him, Etienne used his powers sparingly around others. And Etienne Wolf Robichaux, a Cajun from Louisiana, who was also a Draicon werewolf. Then there was himself, a Primary Elemental Mage whose powers could blast through this jungle like a firebomb. Motioning to his men to stay back, Dale crept through the jungle, making no noise. Now Dale had to figure out how the hell to get his men out of what was supposed to be uninhabited, safe terrain. He and his team of six operators had finished a successful op near the border. But they were SEALs and accustomed to shifting gears. Dale pulled his boonie hat low, scanned the terrain and cursed the godforsaken ass who’d assured them this area was safe to cross. Could be a local turf war, but the sounds of that artillery to his seasoned ears warned this was a heavier engagement. Intel said nothing about fighting in this region. Heavy green and black greasepaint disguised their faces and the green camouflage uniforms blended in with the surrounding scrub. Lieutenant Junior Grade Dale Curt Curtis crouched down behind a scarred oak tree and signaled to his men to wait. The crack of bullets and rattle of machine-gun fire echoed through the mountains of northern Nicaragua. The Contra war was over, except no one had told these guys.
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