Excerpt from "Omega" ~ Part 1
December 13, 2016A lot of you have been asking whether there will be a fifth Helheim book. Well, the good news is YES there will be a fifth book. I'm currently working on writing it, but my life has been crazy so it's taking a lot longer than I expected.
It's Brax's story, but it's also the book that tidies up all the loose ends and hopefully gives you all a sense a satisfaction that the series is over. It's going to be hard to say goodbye to all of my wolves, but like all goods things...
So, without further ado, here's the first of three excerpts from "Omega".
** Please note that this work is copyright and is unedited and subject to change. **
The
rumble of an engine hummed through the back of Saxon’s skull, dragging him into
consciousness. He blinked up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of where he
was and what was happening to him. But no matter how much he tried to focus on
his surroundings, his mind was too sluggish to keep up.
A bump
in the road’s surface brought a sharp, distinct ache to his shoulders. He held
back the groan when a gentle tug confirmed his arms were tied behind his back.
He tried to separate his wrists, testing the tightness of his bonds. He could
feel the tell-tale bite of a cable tie around his wrists, and although he
should have been able to break the plastic easily, Saxon struggled to do just
that.
Over the
sound of the engine, there were two voices. One belonged to Mark, the bastard
who had seemingly fooled him and the entire Helheim pack into believing he was
the victim of an accidental biting by a rogue wolf. Mark had shot Saxon with a
tranquilizer dart while they tried to move a fallen tree from the road as he, Saxon
and Casey had driven back to Casey’s pack over four hundred miles away.
At least
Casey wasn’t in the van with her.
At least
she had escaped.
“This is
a mistake, Vivian,” Mark said, his voice tense. “He wasn’t who we needed.”
Saxon
tilted his head back, straining to hear the conversation over the whir of the motor
and the rush of asphalt racing beneath. The woman replied, but he couldn’t make
out the words.
“—need
to kill him.” Mark spoke again and Saxon’s heart raced in response to the cold
tone he could hear in the other male’s voice.
“We can
still use him,” The woman, Vivian, replied in a dark purr. He had never heard
her voice before, and he certainly didn’t recognize her scent.
With his
heart still pounding in his ears, Saxon knew he had to find a way out of there.
His gaze slid to either side of his body, inspecting his surroundings. It
looked as if he was in the back of a utility van – a brand new one judging by
the new car smell still clinging to the upholstery on the front seats.
Saxon
tried to bend his legs, but his range of movement was limited thanks to the matching
set of cable ties on his ankles. They’d been tightened until the circulation
was severed, making his toes numb.
Even if
he were able to get the ties off, he wouldn’t make it very far on foot. His
shoes had been taken off, and the bottom of his jeans had been hacked away,
leaving his lower leg – from his knees to his ankles – exposed.
The van
slowed down, veering to the right as it took an exit. Time was ticking away.
Saxon had to find a way out, or at least be prepared for when they stopped
because he would come out fighting.
The road
they were driving on now was far more rutted than the last, the bumps jarring
Saxon’s arms, sending the pain roaring through his overstrained shoulder
joints. He counted the turns they took, making a mental note of them in case he
had to retrace his steps to escape.
Left.
Left
again.
Right.
He heard
a dog barking—a big dog by the sound of it, kept in the yard behind a chain
link fence which rattled with every booming bark.
Sharp
right.
The van
slowed down to a crawl, bouncing over a deep curb before gravel began pinging
the undercarriage. The engine cut, then both doors opened. Playing possum,
Saxon closed his eyes and lay still, ignoring the unnatural angle of his arms
and the pain radiating out of them. The sliding side door opened, cold air
rushing into the back and bringing with it the smell of pine needles and fresh
snow.
“He’s
still unconscious. How much did you give him?” Vivian asked.
“He should
come around soon,” Mark replied.
A strong
hand landed on his shoulder, pulling Saxon up. He was hoisted up onto Mark’s
shoulders, his head thumping against the small of the guy’s back. Saxon was
carried up a few steps, which creaked under their combined weight, and taken
into a room that smelled of mildew.
“Where
do you want him?” Mark asked.
“Against
the wall, there.”
A moment
later, Saxon was dropped onto a hardwood floor. He couldn’t stop the groan that
erupted from his lips as the movement jostled his arms.
“What
the fuck?”
Saxon
opened his eyes and stared at the double-crossing bastard. “I’m going to skin
you alive,” he growled, meaning every damn word.
Mark’s
wolf shifted impatiently behind his eyes. “You’re not really in any position to
make threats.”
“I’m not
threatening,” Saxon replied. “I’m swearing a goddamn oath.”
The guy
actually had the nerve to grin. “The last I checked, you were the one tied up.”
“Stop talking and tranquilize him again,” Vivian said impatiently,
handing a small syringe to Mark. Saxon tried to jerk away, but it was useless.
There was a sharp pinch on his thigh, then darkness chased away the light.
0 comments