Werewolf Suspense (Book 1): Outage by T.W. Piperbrook Page B
Authors: T.W. Piperbrook
Tags: Werewolves & Shifters
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bellowing into the air and into the trees around her.
Her husband took a step toward where Tom had fled. Abby's eyes wandered back to his, but she didn't move.
She couldn't do this. She couldn't be this.
With a snarl, she lunged at her husband.
Abby put her full weight into the pounce, and suddenly Rob was beneath her. She tore at her husband, ripping into his face, his skin, hoping to peel back what she'd become. She felt the hot spurt of blood hit her face, but instead of recoiling, she reveled in it, biting and scratching and tearing until the thing beneath her was little more than a pulp, a tattered carpet of fur and skin.
She could taste the texture of flesh in her mouth, and she rolled it on her tongue, then spat it out, fighting the impulse to swallow.
She continued tearing at him even as the rest of the pack sprang from the trees around her, ripping into her sides and shredding her skin. She was surrounded. No way out.
She tried to fight them off, but the creatures had her flanked on all sides. She saw blobs of fur and eyes, glimmers of teeth and claws, and pain exploded through her body. Her limbs were useless and limp. Despite her struggle, Abby's consciousness began to slip.
With the last of her energy, she let out one final roar—for herself, for her husband, and for all the people she was powerless to save.
The last thing she heard was the whir of Tom's tires in the distance.
At least one of us got away…
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OUTAGE 2: THE AWAKENING OUT NOW!
Preview of
OUTAGE 2: The Awakening
Prologue
Tom Sotheby pounded the wheel of the SUV, his eyes alternating between the forest and the road. He revved the accelerator, listening to the tires scream, but the vehicle remained hopelessly stuck in the snow. He wasn't safe. Not yet.
"Come on, you piece of shit!"
Growls and commotion spit from the trees, reminding him of the grisly scene he'd just escaped. He let his foot off the gas pedal, then stomped it again. The wheels spun. Even if he survived the night, he had no idea what would become of him. His wife Lorena was dead. Gutted like a piece of meat. And he was next.
I can't believe Lorena's gone…
And so was Abby.
He felt a pang of sorrow for the girl he'd rescued. She'd been one of them. She'd been bitten, and she'd turned. In the throes of her transformation, she'd thrown herself into the fray and traded her life for Tom's.
He couldn't let that be in vain.
He dried his tears and glanced at the passenger's seat, eyeing the rifle he'd managed to salvage. The gun was empty. Even if it were loaded, it'd be useless against the creatures in the forest. He'd already spent his ammunition and failed. He had no extra rounds.
What the hell were these things?
He'd never seen anything like them. From what he could tell, they used to be human, but they'd become something else—beasts with claws and fur, elongated noses, and pointed teeth. Animals birthed for hunting.
He toggled between reverse and drive. The SUV lurched back and forth. The road was bathed in snow—eight inches, if he had to guess. It'd been difficult to drive a half hour ago, and it was even harder now. He stared through the cracked windshield, watching snow spit from the sky. The wipers scraped back and forth over fractured glass.
Squeak…squeak…
"Come on!"
The four-wheel-drive was engaged. Even with the extra power, the SUV wouldn't move. Tom peered through the driver's side window, certain the beasts were almost upon him. The noise in the forest had ceased. The things had already succeeded in ripping apart Abby, the only other survivor he'd met.
They'd be coming for him next.
Tom revved the gas again. If he couldn't get the SUV moving, he'd head out on foot. There was little hope he'd outrun the beasts, but he'd damn well try. Sweat trickled from his brow and adhered to his face. He could see his breath in front of him. Even with the heat on, the vehicle was freezing—the cold pored through
Her husband took a step toward where Tom had fled. Abby's eyes wandered back to his, but she didn't move.
She couldn't do this. She couldn't be this.
With a snarl, she lunged at her husband.
Abby put her full weight into the pounce, and suddenly Rob was beneath her. She tore at her husband, ripping into his face, his skin, hoping to peel back what she'd become. She felt the hot spurt of blood hit her face, but instead of recoiling, she reveled in it, biting and scratching and tearing until the thing beneath her was little more than a pulp, a tattered carpet of fur and skin.
She could taste the texture of flesh in her mouth, and she rolled it on her tongue, then spat it out, fighting the impulse to swallow.
She continued tearing at him even as the rest of the pack sprang from the trees around her, ripping into her sides and shredding her skin. She was surrounded. No way out.
She tried to fight them off, but the creatures had her flanked on all sides. She saw blobs of fur and eyes, glimmers of teeth and claws, and pain exploded through her body. Her limbs were useless and limp. Despite her struggle, Abby's consciousness began to slip.
With the last of her energy, she let out one final roar—for herself, for her husband, and for all the people she was powerless to save.
The last thing she heard was the whir of Tom's tires in the distance.
At least one of us got away…
READ ON FOR A PREVIEW OF
OUTAGE 2: THE AWAKENING OUT NOW!
Preview of
OUTAGE 2: The Awakening
Prologue
Tom Sotheby pounded the wheel of the SUV, his eyes alternating between the forest and the road. He revved the accelerator, listening to the tires scream, but the vehicle remained hopelessly stuck in the snow. He wasn't safe. Not yet.
"Come on, you piece of shit!"
Growls and commotion spit from the trees, reminding him of the grisly scene he'd just escaped. He let his foot off the gas pedal, then stomped it again. The wheels spun. Even if he survived the night, he had no idea what would become of him. His wife Lorena was dead. Gutted like a piece of meat. And he was next.
I can't believe Lorena's gone…
And so was Abby.
He felt a pang of sorrow for the girl he'd rescued. She'd been one of them. She'd been bitten, and she'd turned. In the throes of her transformation, she'd thrown herself into the fray and traded her life for Tom's.
He couldn't let that be in vain.
He dried his tears and glanced at the passenger's seat, eyeing the rifle he'd managed to salvage. The gun was empty. Even if it were loaded, it'd be useless against the creatures in the forest. He'd already spent his ammunition and failed. He had no extra rounds.
What the hell were these things?
He'd never seen anything like them. From what he could tell, they used to be human, but they'd become something else—beasts with claws and fur, elongated noses, and pointed teeth. Animals birthed for hunting.
He toggled between reverse and drive. The SUV lurched back and forth. The road was bathed in snow—eight inches, if he had to guess. It'd been difficult to drive a half hour ago, and it was even harder now. He stared through the cracked windshield, watching snow spit from the sky. The wipers scraped back and forth over fractured glass.
Squeak…squeak…
"Come on!"
The four-wheel-drive was engaged. Even with the extra power, the SUV wouldn't move. Tom peered through the driver's side window, certain the beasts were almost upon him. The noise in the forest had ceased. The things had already succeeded in ripping apart Abby, the only other survivor he'd met.
They'd be coming for him next.
Tom revved the gas again. If he couldn't get the SUV moving, he'd head out on foot. There was little hope he'd outrun the beasts, but he'd damn well try. Sweat trickled from his brow and adhered to his face. He could see his breath in front of him. Even with the heat on, the vehicle was freezing—the cold pored through
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