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Authors: Sharie Kohler
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push, the tree fell hard, directly onto her house.
She couldn’t have aimed any better. The garage and right side of her house were crushed beneath a thousand pounds of tree.
She knew Darius was in the living room, free from the worst of the damage. Even from where she stood, her fingers digging into the trunk of a nearby tree, she could hear theshouts of men from inside. Her pulse raced, a wild tempo against her neck. Her eyes ached, trying to glimpse Darius in all that rubble, even as unlikely as that was. Her ears strained, trying to make out the shouted words. Shaking her head, she forced herself to turn away.
If Darius didn’t take advantage of the sudden life vest she’d tossed him, then he mustn’t want to live that badly.
With an abrupt thought, she stopped and whirled around, quickly focusing on another, smaller tree. Humming energy skated over her skin as she sent it crashing over the hunters’ two SUVs—just for good measure.
Satisfied, she sprinted through the woods, ducking beneath branches until she reached her vehicle, panting with panic. Her heart hammered against her chest so hard she feared it might burst free. The hunters weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, but Darius…
She’d put nothing past the abilities of a lycan. He was fast. And determined.
If he was free now, he’d be after her soon.
She opened the door and slid behind the wheel. She wasn’t about to stick around and give him the chance to catch up with her.
* * *
I T WAS LIKE AN earthquake. Everything shook. The house groaned and burst, splitting at the seams, debris flying everywhere. Snow poured inside along with a profusion of branches and tree. The kitchen was gone, flattened.
Screams filled the air. Darius added to them, kicking at the hunter closest to him, cracking his knee with a gratifying crunch. The man dropped with a sharp cry as Darius surged against his chains, ignoring the killing agony of the silver melting skin and sinew. He lunged, jumped, splintering the chair beneath him. Flinging his arms wide, he threw off his chains and slid the restraints down the rest of his body.
Choking down smoke and debris, he covered his mouth. Somewhere a fire crackled and hissed. The air smoldered, making it hard to see his hand in front of him, but he could make out that the roof had caved in on one side of the house. Most of the screams and shouts came from that direction. Among cries of pain and pleas for help from men pinned beneath the rubble, were other urgent cries:
“Where is he?”
“Do you see him?”
“Find him!”
“Look! I think he’s over there!”
A hunter charged him and he quickly sidesteppedthe attack, swiping the man’s legs out from under him.
He moved fast, staying low, hugging the floor in case someone sent a silver bullet his way. He moved deeper into the house, into the portion that was still intact. Locating a window, he crashed through it, heedless of the glass.
In a flash, he lost himself in trees. Out of sight, he stopped and watched the chaos left behind. Several of the hunters were outside, exclaiming over their vehicles, flattened beneath another tree. They yelled into cell phones. They had no transportation now, but there’d be more hunters soon, coming to their aid, ready to pick up his trail.
He assessed the damage, eyeing the enormous tree sprawled over half of Tresa’s house. The tree looked sturdy, healthy. Perfectly strong enough to support the weight of snow on its branches. No sign of decay. No reason it should have fallen. How had that happened?
Suspicion rooted in his gut. He scanned the tree line, searching for the slightest movement… the gleam of midnight hair among the foliage, the flash of whiskey gold eyes. Just the slightest sign that she might still be out there.
Then shouts from the house drew his attention.They were swarming outside now, taking stock of their survivors. A few looked to the trees, weapons at the ready.
He cursed under his breath and drew
She couldn’t have aimed any better. The garage and right side of her house were crushed beneath a thousand pounds of tree.
She knew Darius was in the living room, free from the worst of the damage. Even from where she stood, her fingers digging into the trunk of a nearby tree, she could hear theshouts of men from inside. Her pulse raced, a wild tempo against her neck. Her eyes ached, trying to glimpse Darius in all that rubble, even as unlikely as that was. Her ears strained, trying to make out the shouted words. Shaking her head, she forced herself to turn away.
If Darius didn’t take advantage of the sudden life vest she’d tossed him, then he mustn’t want to live that badly.
With an abrupt thought, she stopped and whirled around, quickly focusing on another, smaller tree. Humming energy skated over her skin as she sent it crashing over the hunters’ two SUVs—just for good measure.
Satisfied, she sprinted through the woods, ducking beneath branches until she reached her vehicle, panting with panic. Her heart hammered against her chest so hard she feared it might burst free. The hunters weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, but Darius…
She’d put nothing past the abilities of a lycan. He was fast. And determined.
If he was free now, he’d be after her soon.
She opened the door and slid behind the wheel. She wasn’t about to stick around and give him the chance to catch up with her.
* * *
I T WAS LIKE AN earthquake. Everything shook. The house groaned and burst, splitting at the seams, debris flying everywhere. Snow poured inside along with a profusion of branches and tree. The kitchen was gone, flattened.
Screams filled the air. Darius added to them, kicking at the hunter closest to him, cracking his knee with a gratifying crunch. The man dropped with a sharp cry as Darius surged against his chains, ignoring the killing agony of the silver melting skin and sinew. He lunged, jumped, splintering the chair beneath him. Flinging his arms wide, he threw off his chains and slid the restraints down the rest of his body.
Choking down smoke and debris, he covered his mouth. Somewhere a fire crackled and hissed. The air smoldered, making it hard to see his hand in front of him, but he could make out that the roof had caved in on one side of the house. Most of the screams and shouts came from that direction. Among cries of pain and pleas for help from men pinned beneath the rubble, were other urgent cries:
“Where is he?”
“Do you see him?”
“Find him!”
“Look! I think he’s over there!”
A hunter charged him and he quickly sidesteppedthe attack, swiping the man’s legs out from under him.
He moved fast, staying low, hugging the floor in case someone sent a silver bullet his way. He moved deeper into the house, into the portion that was still intact. Locating a window, he crashed through it, heedless of the glass.
In a flash, he lost himself in trees. Out of sight, he stopped and watched the chaos left behind. Several of the hunters were outside, exclaiming over their vehicles, flattened beneath another tree. They yelled into cell phones. They had no transportation now, but there’d be more hunters soon, coming to their aid, ready to pick up his trail.
He assessed the damage, eyeing the enormous tree sprawled over half of Tresa’s house. The tree looked sturdy, healthy. Perfectly strong enough to support the weight of snow on its branches. No sign of decay. No reason it should have fallen. How had that happened?
Suspicion rooted in his gut. He scanned the tree line, searching for the slightest movement… the gleam of midnight hair among the foliage, the flash of whiskey gold eyes. Just the slightest sign that she might still be out there.
Then shouts from the house drew his attention.They were swarming outside now, taking stock of their survivors. A few looked to the trees, weapons at the ready.
He cursed under his breath and drew
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