The Lycan Rebirth (The Flux Age Book 3) by Steven J Shelley Page B
Authors: Steven J Shelley
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able to reach over and peel away one of Hector’s wings. A clear, viscous fluid joined the blood on the stone.
Through sheer, bloody-minded will, Hector pushed Julian’s head to one side with one hand and and tore at his wings with another. With amazing strength the older aquilan tore away a section of Julian’s wing at the base. “No!” Florence cried, sure that her own heart had stopped beating. “Not Julian!”
Before she knew what she was doing Florence was crawling across the stone and laying her arms across her lover’s motionless body.
“He was mine!” she wailed to no one in particular, not caring what tumbled from her mouth. “He had no one else!”
As Florence descended into a hellish sea of grief, she was vaguely aware of a sickening patter. Hundreds of spider’s legs on the stone, but she knew a million could never be enough to bring Julian back to her.
8
Rocky Mountains, USA
Like most living creatures, the naturebound had strong protective instincts. Many of them had children and were understandably concerned about the future.
Jack had successfully convinced the naturebound that life in the Rockies, so deep in the shadow of the aquila, was not the kind of life a child deserved. Which meant the brash werewolf now had hundreds of refugees on his hands. A good thing he knew a place that might possibly house them. Only problem was, it was in a city preparing for battle. Out of the frying pan, into the fire.
Of course, Jack was now flying high on the message Yasmin had sent him. It was a bolt from the blue and exactly what he needed, even if it meant there was serious trouble brewing in his home city of New York. The only question now was how to get all these naturebound folk to New York without arousing suspicion? Thankfully there seemed to be less aquilan activity over the last two days. Jack wondered whether aqulian forces had been mobilized against Florence, if she was still alive. He itched to contact her but in the end made the hard decision to hold back. If his comrade was under attack, or indeed on the run, the last thing she needed was someone to give her position away. No, the one thing Jack knew for sure was that Yasmin was in New York and that’s where he needed to be.
The first task was to hike out from the Rockies with the naturebound. Thankfully, these folk were hardy and traveled light. Within a day and a half the entire community had reached the outskirts of Stelton, a small town on the eastern fringe of the Rockies. From there it was a relatively simple matter of booking several buses to ferry the naturebound to New York.
Even though Jack was on high alert, there were a number of factors in their favor. First, no one could reasonably expect him to show up in New York alongside hundreds of naturebound. Second, these folk spent most of their time in human form, reducing the chance of drawing attention. Finally, most enemy eyes in New York would now be focused on the attack that would soon take place. Jack hoped to cruise into town largely unnoticed.
New York City, USA
The bus convoy was a little tricky but ultimately uneventful. Jack found that some folk needed extra reassurance that what they were doing was right for them. Doc Oaks and Nate Fincher both played their part in maintaining solid morale. Jack was initially surprised that Nate had made the trip, but was slowly discovering that despite his many flaws, the burly bear shifter had his people’s best interests at heart.
Jack had the buses run all night, paying extra for relief drivers. His emergency funds account was still intact and he was happy to spend large on this enterprise. The convoy rolled into New Jersey as the eastern sky was flooded with pink and orange.
Jack had the drivers stop at the Newark Penn Station and hustled everyone onto an early morning city train. At the New York Penn Station he had everyone alight, which was no easy task for folks who had never been on a train
Through sheer, bloody-minded will, Hector pushed Julian’s head to one side with one hand and and tore at his wings with another. With amazing strength the older aquilan tore away a section of Julian’s wing at the base. “No!” Florence cried, sure that her own heart had stopped beating. “Not Julian!”
Before she knew what she was doing Florence was crawling across the stone and laying her arms across her lover’s motionless body.
“He was mine!” she wailed to no one in particular, not caring what tumbled from her mouth. “He had no one else!”
As Florence descended into a hellish sea of grief, she was vaguely aware of a sickening patter. Hundreds of spider’s legs on the stone, but she knew a million could never be enough to bring Julian back to her.
8
Rocky Mountains, USA
Like most living creatures, the naturebound had strong protective instincts. Many of them had children and were understandably concerned about the future.
Jack had successfully convinced the naturebound that life in the Rockies, so deep in the shadow of the aquila, was not the kind of life a child deserved. Which meant the brash werewolf now had hundreds of refugees on his hands. A good thing he knew a place that might possibly house them. Only problem was, it was in a city preparing for battle. Out of the frying pan, into the fire.
Of course, Jack was now flying high on the message Yasmin had sent him. It was a bolt from the blue and exactly what he needed, even if it meant there was serious trouble brewing in his home city of New York. The only question now was how to get all these naturebound folk to New York without arousing suspicion? Thankfully there seemed to be less aquilan activity over the last two days. Jack wondered whether aqulian forces had been mobilized against Florence, if she was still alive. He itched to contact her but in the end made the hard decision to hold back. If his comrade was under attack, or indeed on the run, the last thing she needed was someone to give her position away. No, the one thing Jack knew for sure was that Yasmin was in New York and that’s where he needed to be.
The first task was to hike out from the Rockies with the naturebound. Thankfully, these folk were hardy and traveled light. Within a day and a half the entire community had reached the outskirts of Stelton, a small town on the eastern fringe of the Rockies. From there it was a relatively simple matter of booking several buses to ferry the naturebound to New York.
Even though Jack was on high alert, there were a number of factors in their favor. First, no one could reasonably expect him to show up in New York alongside hundreds of naturebound. Second, these folk spent most of their time in human form, reducing the chance of drawing attention. Finally, most enemy eyes in New York would now be focused on the attack that would soon take place. Jack hoped to cruise into town largely unnoticed.
New York City, USA
The bus convoy was a little tricky but ultimately uneventful. Jack found that some folk needed extra reassurance that what they were doing was right for them. Doc Oaks and Nate Fincher both played their part in maintaining solid morale. Jack was initially surprised that Nate had made the trip, but was slowly discovering that despite his many flaws, the burly bear shifter had his people’s best interests at heart.
Jack had the buses run all night, paying extra for relief drivers. His emergency funds account was still intact and he was happy to spend large on this enterprise. The convoy rolled into New Jersey as the eastern sky was flooded with pink and orange.
Jack had the drivers stop at the Newark Penn Station and hustled everyone onto an early morning city train. At the New York Penn Station he had everyone alight, which was no easy task for folks who had never been on a train
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