King of Blood (The Masks Of Under Book 4) by Kathryn Ann Kingsley

Author:Kathryn Ann Kingsley [Kingsley, Kathryn Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Limitless Publishing, LLC
Published: 2019-06-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

The howl made Lydia’s blood run cold.

Aon stood first. For the first time all night, he looked to be paying attention. He was rigid, his head lowered, his dark hair falling along the sides of his black mask. He was a terrifying image, and that was precisely what he was trying to accomplish, she was sure.

They all scrambled up quickly after that. Q vanished in a blink. He preferred the element of surprise, and she had the distinct sensation she was going to need his help in short order. The howl that cut through the night silenced everyone and everything, leaving only the roar of the bonfire in the middle of the field.

It took Lydia a second to find where the sound had come from. There, on the other side of the field, perched atop a thirty-foot pillar of stone, was a figure. It was cut against the moons behind it like a silhouette. The creature was gigantic; its limbs were long and gangly and covered with fur. The ears of a wolf stood back from its head, ratted and torn. She could make out little else about the thing from where she was.

Unfortunately, she was about to see it a whole lot closer.

It vanished as soon as it had appeared. Blinked out of existence as it moved faster than she could track. Like a nightmare, like something coming out of the depths of her mind, it was suddenly in front of her, looming over her like a terror. Glowing embers flickered and curled away from a visage of bone, revealing that the wolf had gone through the bonfire to get to her.

Its face was rotted away. There was only a skull left—wolf-like and sharp. Its teeth were too long, jutting up and down through rows of teeth more like a crocodile than a dog. It looked as though a werewolf had died but that its curse hadn’t ended. Parts of its body were down to bone and sinew, black fur matted by sweat.

Its eyes stared down at her—large gaping black holes that were empty, save for two pinpricks of green fire that bored into her. As it breathed, its breath came out in steam, hot against the even warm night air. It stank of dog and rotting meat.

It loomed up over her, standing some eight feet tall, its body bent-backed and curled in on itself. Its legs were long, and even at its height, it was crouching. If it stood straight, the monster would be enormous.

Lydia was terrified. Staring up, wide-eyed at the creature, who wouldn’t be? Her heart was lodged in her throat, and her pulse was thundering in her ears.

It talked, its voice a ragged, rasping hiss. And it’s one word was full of hate, of rage, and of disgust. “You.”

Its claw came down upon her, and her world went black. Everything upended, tumbling around itself, as she found herself sprawled down in the dirt. It had taken her and brought them somewhere else. The swirl in her stomach was telltale now.

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