Before the Darkest Hour: A SoulBlood Prequel Novella by Brenna Harlow

Author:Brenna Harlow [Harlow, Brenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2021-11-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter eight

Jacel

I sit atop the building, looking down at the ground below.

In mere moments, three men will walk out of the door. I will be upon them before they even have the chance to blink.

My fangs ache to dig deep into their flesh, not because of hunger, but an emotion running much more profound.

These men have touched my mate, frightened her. They’ll all die, painfully.

As I perch right above the door, waiting, I look out over the horizon. The sun is now long gone, giving way to a large moon suspended in the sky. Millions of glittering stars surround it, some so bright that they stand out like splotches of blood on white fabric. It may differ from home, but I can acknowledge the beauty of this world.

I remember my mate, with her brown skin and long curls. Even from a distance, I could see the curves of her form and the lines on her face. If I have to choose one thing I like most about this plane, it’s her. My heart squeezes at the memory of her panic-stricken eyes.

These males will pay for causing her fear.

My thoughts settle as heavy footsteps approach. Even the wind quiets down, as if it’s holding its breath with me. The lock clicks, and then the door is pushed open. Three men stumble over the threshold with smiles on their faces.

My face mimics theirs, a mockery of their selfish indulgence.

I stand silently as they trudge forward. And then I let myself fall; down, down, down until I hit the solid ground with a thud. The three warriors twist, spinning around in that slow, clumsy way humans seem to favor. I’m still smiling as their eyes widen, taking in the sight of death on their doorstep.

“Hello,” I say, rasping out the strange language humans use.

Their guns lift in unison.

“Do you think your silly tools will stop me from ripping those pretty heads off your bodies?” I ask, cocking my head to the side.

They do not answer me, of course. They only press their fingers against their fire-spitting weapons, spraying my skin with metal orbs.

The blows feel like pinches, annoying flicks against my arms and chest. The bullets don’t even scrape my flesh. I laugh, the sound booming as their features shift from fear to paralyzing terror.

“I told you so,” I grumble, knocking the metal shrapnel from my clothing with one hand.

“What are you?”

I look at the male, and his eyes are wet. I should feel pity for these helpless beings, yet the emotion never surfaces. These men have frightened my female. They may have hurt her.

No, they don’t deserve my mercy.

“You may call me death,” I reply before launching myself at them.

The leader of the pack is easy to pick out. He carries himself in a way that is cowardly but big. He likes to make others do his dirty work. I’ll leave him for last.

My hands grip the first male, and I doubt his mind has time to catch up with what’s happening to him before my fingers dig into his neck, feeling the warm blood pumping just below his skin.

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