Badlands: The Lion's Den by Georgette St. Clair

Author:Georgette St. Clair [Clair, Georgette St.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Werewolves & Shifters
Amazon: B01BIE9EYO
Published: 2016-02-03T18:30:00+00:00

Finn grabbed his comm unit and tersely relayed his orders, then checked his equipment. He risked another glance around the building and saw the insurgents moving towards them in a loose but clearly well-disciplined formation that took full advantage of the available cover. He made brief eye contact with each of the soldiers hunkered down with him. He didn’t need any words, and wouldn’t have been able to find them anyway.

On his signal, the squad broke cover. Heavy boots hit the sand. Brown roared defiance, fur rippling over the massive swells of his biceps as he let his animal come to the fore. Bullets flew and screams of anger and pain cut through the air. Someone laughed, a horrible, hysterical sound of half-mad desperation.

Time seemed to slow down. Finn saw Jensen, his fox-shifter sergeant, cut down by automatic gunfire. His feet tangled and he tumbled to the ground, red-black blood gouting onto the sand. He died silently, a look of profound puzzlement on his face, as if he couldn’t understand why he was no longer on his feet. Brown shifted into his monstrous bear form and with a deafening roar tore out a man’s throat with a swipe of his massive paw before turning, snarling, on a pair of approaching insurgents, undeterred by the rounds slamming into his gigantic bulk. Blood and fur flew in gory arcs as he snarled his defiance.

Finn pounded forward, heart thundering in his chest, sand puffing up around his feet as he charged towards his target…before a metallic glint in the sunlight caught his eye, dazzling him. Carried forward by his momentum, he had one interminable second to realize it was a half-buried land mine.

A slight figure in desert camo darted in front of him, a brown and beige blur, and the world flashed white as an explosion rocked Finn off his feet. The roar of sound punched into his eardrums and all the air was driven from his body as he was thrown several feet through the air and landed hard. The world rang and swam, his brain buzzing with incoherent static as he groped for understanding through the receding thunder.

He struggled to his hands and knees, retching onto the sand, bringing up nothing but frothy drool from his empty stomach. Slowly and painfully, he raised his head, knowing deep in the bitterest depths of his heart what he would see. Praying he was wrong.

Marybeth lay sprawled on the ground like a broken doll, her arms and legs splayed, her flesh hideously torn in dozens of places. Shrapnel studded her body, gleaming silver in the unforgiving light of the midday sun.

“Marybeth,” he cried hoarsely. “Oh fuck, no. Please, no. What have you done?”

He belly-crawled to where she lay twitching slightly, her breathing shallow, greasy perspiration beading her pale brow. Where it wasn’t cut to ribbons, her face was ashen. Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks like butterflies with broken wings.

Finn gritted his teeth as he dragged her into a sheltered area between a tumbledown wall and a low stone well that had long ago run dry.

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