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woman said, her chest heaving.
“That doesn’t mean what you saw was real, there’s always more sides to the truth. At any rate I won’t allow you to kill him.” Jerry stood between him and the woman.
The older woman broke down in tears. The loud sobs cut Hawke to the core. He looked away, right into the eyes of her mate. The man lay on the ground but his hate filled gaze didn’t falter. The mate would gut Hawke in a split second.
“ He killed my pups. Slaughtered them on the operating table while trying to turn them into something hateful.”
Hawke sensed surprise from Jerry and wondered if he’d be left alone in the woods which were more than he deserved. He had little recollection of what happened when the computer ruled his actions. His wolf hid from the horror in a small corner of his mind ignoring the outside world. At the time hiding seemed the best way to survive, listening to the female wolf now, he wasn’t sure.
The older man stood slowly never releasing Hawke’s gaze. “Come, the Goddess will judge him. He will not have peace or rest easy. A mark will always be on his back. One day he will sire pups and experience the pain of loss.”
Hawke flinched beneath the harsh words and hoped the man spoke from anger speaking and not a prophetic declaration. The woman dried her face with the back of her hand, threw a hard glare in his direction and went with the male. Together they left the clearing.
Heavy hearted with a gut full of guilt and shame, Hawke looked at his rescuer. Their gazes locked.
“Let’s go.” Jerry turned and ran.
Surprised and pleased at not being abandoned, Hawke followed.
Chapter 10
Ingrid ran through the trees trying to find the way home. How long had she been a captive? Five? Ten years? The time no longer mattered, she ran free down the road. Oh how she missed mother, and her sisters. She stopped at the cross-road and read the battered sign.
Highlands Cross. Ingrid smiled and wiped the moisture that ran down her nose in a constant drip. Home wasn’t too far. Last night she’d told the others she could make it on her own and she had. Turning down the dirt road she ran. Her vision blurred, but she ignored it. Grandmother’s house came into view first. Ingrid slowed down and veered toward the front porch. The house was dark. And she heard the heartbeats upstairs in the bedrooms. One moment she thought it strange she could hear their heartbeats, the next it disappeared from her mind like the morning mist.
Pain, sharp and nauseating, ripped through her head. Ingrid fell to the ground and rolled into a fetal position moaning as waves of mind-numbing needles pierced her brain. The intense pain lasted for a few moments. She tried to stand and emptied her stomach.
Dizzy , she by-passed the house and headed to the pasture where the cows lay resting. Her gums tingled at the sight of Beth, her granny’s old milk cow. Hunger ripped through her belly and she bent forward again.
Something was wrong.
Ingrid knew it but didn’t stop moving toward the old cow. Tears rolled down her face as she picked up the machete hanging on the tool rack in the shed. The pounding in her head ramped up as she tried to change direction. Her hand shook like a leaf in the wind but didn’t relinquish the heavy blade. Not when she lifted it over Beth’s neck, not when she whacked over and over again through skin, flesh and bone, and not when the cow dropped dead on the ground. The machete continued to shake in her hand in a morbid dance.
A light flicked on in the distance. All thought of family and the dead cow disappeared. Drawn by the brightness in the midst of darkness, blade in hand she moved forward.
Chapter 11
Asia ran faster, trying to escape the faces of the wolves. They’d be lucky to make it through the week. Why hadn’t the wolves left with Tobias? Guilt weighed on her. She’d given them their freedom and it may cost them their lives. What
“That doesn’t mean what you saw was real, there’s always more sides to the truth. At any rate I won’t allow you to kill him.” Jerry stood between him and the woman.
The older woman broke down in tears. The loud sobs cut Hawke to the core. He looked away, right into the eyes of her mate. The man lay on the ground but his hate filled gaze didn’t falter. The mate would gut Hawke in a split second.
“ He killed my pups. Slaughtered them on the operating table while trying to turn them into something hateful.”
Hawke sensed surprise from Jerry and wondered if he’d be left alone in the woods which were more than he deserved. He had little recollection of what happened when the computer ruled his actions. His wolf hid from the horror in a small corner of his mind ignoring the outside world. At the time hiding seemed the best way to survive, listening to the female wolf now, he wasn’t sure.
The older man stood slowly never releasing Hawke’s gaze. “Come, the Goddess will judge him. He will not have peace or rest easy. A mark will always be on his back. One day he will sire pups and experience the pain of loss.”
Hawke flinched beneath the harsh words and hoped the man spoke from anger speaking and not a prophetic declaration. The woman dried her face with the back of her hand, threw a hard glare in his direction and went with the male. Together they left the clearing.
Heavy hearted with a gut full of guilt and shame, Hawke looked at his rescuer. Their gazes locked.
“Let’s go.” Jerry turned and ran.
Surprised and pleased at not being abandoned, Hawke followed.
Chapter 10
Ingrid ran through the trees trying to find the way home. How long had she been a captive? Five? Ten years? The time no longer mattered, she ran free down the road. Oh how she missed mother, and her sisters. She stopped at the cross-road and read the battered sign.
Highlands Cross. Ingrid smiled and wiped the moisture that ran down her nose in a constant drip. Home wasn’t too far. Last night she’d told the others she could make it on her own and she had. Turning down the dirt road she ran. Her vision blurred, but she ignored it. Grandmother’s house came into view first. Ingrid slowed down and veered toward the front porch. The house was dark. And she heard the heartbeats upstairs in the bedrooms. One moment she thought it strange she could hear their heartbeats, the next it disappeared from her mind like the morning mist.
Pain, sharp and nauseating, ripped through her head. Ingrid fell to the ground and rolled into a fetal position moaning as waves of mind-numbing needles pierced her brain. The intense pain lasted for a few moments. She tried to stand and emptied her stomach.
Dizzy , she by-passed the house and headed to the pasture where the cows lay resting. Her gums tingled at the sight of Beth, her granny’s old milk cow. Hunger ripped through her belly and she bent forward again.
Something was wrong.
Ingrid knew it but didn’t stop moving toward the old cow. Tears rolled down her face as she picked up the machete hanging on the tool rack in the shed. The pounding in her head ramped up as she tried to change direction. Her hand shook like a leaf in the wind but didn’t relinquish the heavy blade. Not when she lifted it over Beth’s neck, not when she whacked over and over again through skin, flesh and bone, and not when the cow dropped dead on the ground. The machete continued to shake in her hand in a morbid dance.
A light flicked on in the distance. All thought of family and the dead cow disappeared. Drawn by the brightness in the midst of darkness, blade in hand she moved forward.
Chapter 11
Asia ran faster, trying to escape the faces of the wolves. They’d be lucky to make it through the week. Why hadn’t the wolves left with Tobias? Guilt weighed on her. She’d given them their freedom and it may cost them their lives. What
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