beautiful."
"Thanks for the love bite. Let's go home."
Eliana's heart thundered and her hands shook as she watched the live video feed on her home computer in Alexandria, Virginia. She could scarcely believe her eyes, but there it was, live and in color, proof of the existence of jinn and the power of the werewolves. Furious, she began to type up her report and cursed her boss.
"Stand down, he said. Stay away from the mine, he said. Stay away from the Carter clan, he said. You killed that corporal with your foolhardy scheme, he said."
Despite the wealth of intelligence she'd gathered from Fred Johnson's research, her by-the-book boss had refused to listen to her and had told her to get back to Virginia and prepare to be transferred.
She had obeyed his orders—right after she installed a dozen infrared, motion activated surveillance cameras in the woods around the abandoned mine. She attached the video clip to the email and hit the send button with a hard click of her mouse.
"Let's see what you have to say about this, el Jefe ."
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Epilogue
New Beginnings
Special Agent Eliana Solomon stood by the abandoned mine in Eden and drummed her fingers on the butt of her Sig Sauer. She rubbed her eyes and wished she hadn't been right. That poor soldier had paid with his life. Generations of women and children of Eden had suffered and paid with their lives, too. The Carters had been particularly hard hit. But now, they had a fresh start. And, thanks to Charlene and Zack's unflinching desire to protect the world from this threat, Eliana knew why the Jinn attacked certain groups in a blood feud of biblical proportions.
She sighed, whispered the prayer for the dead in Hebrew, and waved over the military demolition expert, a huge hulking figure of a man whose size belied his intelligence. “This is a Jinn portal. The people of Eden have been terrorized by these deviants long enough. Fill it with iron, whatever you can find. If you've got anything magnetic, throw that in there, too. Then demolish it."
The large man nodded. “I got no problem with that. I'll see what kind of scrap metals we can find in the area."
She flexed her fist and rubbed the heavy signet ring inscribed with pentacles and Hebrew letters. Last night, she received a call from the Virginia Bureau of Investigation. Girls had gone missing and turned up traumatized, alive and pregnant. Or found dead, torn to bits. When the doctors at Quantico saw the ultrasounds of the babies, they promptly called the Department of Homeland Security, Science and Technology Directorate, and Special Agent Eliana Solomon, aka, “The Jinn Hunter."
She was going to need some help in the Virginia coal fields, someone who had personal experience with the Jinn. She knew exactly who to ask—a tall, dark and dangerously beguiling psychiatrist she'd worked with on an extremely difficult case two years ago. But he was the last person in the world she ever wanted to see again. Not that she held a grudge, mind you, but didn't she have the right to be pissed at a guy for leaving her for dead ?
The orchard exploded in pink with newly opened buds, tables overflowed and bowed under the weight of food, and little tow-haired girls, decked out in their best dresses, played hide-and-seek, their laughter ringing through the trees. Mothers chatted, their excitement palpable. The boys from the bus route poked at their mothers and signed, “Where Charlene?” Trotter made rounds, investigated each partygoer with his gentle nose, and created a ripple of giggles in his wake. He found Joey, sat down at the foot of his wheelchair and began to snore.
Tired of surveying the pack and listening to its happy rumbles, Zack turned to Jethro and demanded, “What's taking her so long?"
The Old One looked up from whittling the wolf head on his new apple wood cane, amusement glinting in his sky blue eyes. “Don't you know women take whatever time they need? You'd better learn to be
"Thanks for the love bite. Let's go home."
Eliana's heart thundered and her hands shook as she watched the live video feed on her home computer in Alexandria, Virginia. She could scarcely believe her eyes, but there it was, live and in color, proof of the existence of jinn and the power of the werewolves. Furious, she began to type up her report and cursed her boss.
"Stand down, he said. Stay away from the mine, he said. Stay away from the Carter clan, he said. You killed that corporal with your foolhardy scheme, he said."
Despite the wealth of intelligence she'd gathered from Fred Johnson's research, her by-the-book boss had refused to listen to her and had told her to get back to Virginia and prepare to be transferred.
She had obeyed his orders—right after she installed a dozen infrared, motion activated surveillance cameras in the woods around the abandoned mine. She attached the video clip to the email and hit the send button with a hard click of her mouse.
"Let's see what you have to say about this, el Jefe ."
[Back to Table of Contents]
Epilogue
New Beginnings
Special Agent Eliana Solomon stood by the abandoned mine in Eden and drummed her fingers on the butt of her Sig Sauer. She rubbed her eyes and wished she hadn't been right. That poor soldier had paid with his life. Generations of women and children of Eden had suffered and paid with their lives, too. The Carters had been particularly hard hit. But now, they had a fresh start. And, thanks to Charlene and Zack's unflinching desire to protect the world from this threat, Eliana knew why the Jinn attacked certain groups in a blood feud of biblical proportions.
She sighed, whispered the prayer for the dead in Hebrew, and waved over the military demolition expert, a huge hulking figure of a man whose size belied his intelligence. “This is a Jinn portal. The people of Eden have been terrorized by these deviants long enough. Fill it with iron, whatever you can find. If you've got anything magnetic, throw that in there, too. Then demolish it."
The large man nodded. “I got no problem with that. I'll see what kind of scrap metals we can find in the area."
She flexed her fist and rubbed the heavy signet ring inscribed with pentacles and Hebrew letters. Last night, she received a call from the Virginia Bureau of Investigation. Girls had gone missing and turned up traumatized, alive and pregnant. Or found dead, torn to bits. When the doctors at Quantico saw the ultrasounds of the babies, they promptly called the Department of Homeland Security, Science and Technology Directorate, and Special Agent Eliana Solomon, aka, “The Jinn Hunter."
She was going to need some help in the Virginia coal fields, someone who had personal experience with the Jinn. She knew exactly who to ask—a tall, dark and dangerously beguiling psychiatrist she'd worked with on an extremely difficult case two years ago. But he was the last person in the world she ever wanted to see again. Not that she held a grudge, mind you, but didn't she have the right to be pissed at a guy for leaving her for dead ?
The orchard exploded in pink with newly opened buds, tables overflowed and bowed under the weight of food, and little tow-haired girls, decked out in their best dresses, played hide-and-seek, their laughter ringing through the trees. Mothers chatted, their excitement palpable. The boys from the bus route poked at their mothers and signed, “Where Charlene?” Trotter made rounds, investigated each partygoer with his gentle nose, and created a ripple of giggles in his wake. He found Joey, sat down at the foot of his wheelchair and began to snore.
Tired of surveying the pack and listening to its happy rumbles, Zack turned to Jethro and demanded, “What's taking her so long?"
The Old One looked up from whittling the wolf head on his new apple wood cane, amusement glinting in his sky blue eyes. “Don't you know women take whatever time they need? You'd better learn to be
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