Fanatic Surviving (Dove Strong) by Lorence Erin

Author:Lorence, Erin [Lorence, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Clean and Wholesome Novels, Dystopian Young Adult fiction, Religion and Spirituality, Christian Fiction, Epic Fantasy, inspirational fiction
ISBN: 9781522302179
Publisher: Pelican Book Group
Published: 2019-06-06T16:00:00+00:00

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Wolfe’s extremities flailed, then tightened around the enraged cougar’s back.

“Whoa, whoa...whoa!” He strained to keep his flushed face out of range of the snarling, yellow teeth and unsheathed claws.

Lobo streaked forward. The cross in his fist became a club. As it connected with the furry skull, the feline screamed, and Wolfe let go. He squirmed away.

The cameraman delivered another blow with his cross, and the sleek body pulled out of the fray. It gave me one backward glance. In three bounds the cat reached the arched window and disappeared. Someone outside shouted.

Jessica shoved me. Her wiry arms and sharp elbows kept me away from Wolfe, who struggled to sit up. Blood trailed down one brown arm.

“Wolfe—”

At my cry, Lobo about-faced and charged back up the pile of broken cement. He grabbed me around the waist. “Three, two, one!” With incredible strength, he lifted and launched me skyward.

Midair, I screamed.

Strong hands caught me inches below the ceiling. They locked around my wrists and pulled me straight up. My head cleared the ragged, metal hole in the roof. My body followed, unscratched.

I stared at Stone, who stayed crouched and half-holding me. His body underneath his leather tunic was rigid and unmoving, as if he was as surprised as I was to find myself in his arms. Stone was here in Texas with Wolfe?

Boards clattered to the ground below, superseded by an explosion of shouting. No doubt the helicopter crew, Savannah included, had made it inside the church. Jessica called out. I didn’t hear Lobo.

Stone slid me from his lap onto the hot tin roof. With a sigh, he bent over the hole. A second later Jezebel’s brother swung into sight, dripping blood. He released Stone’s hand and shook out his own.

“Ready to fly, Dove Bird? Follow me.” Wolfe leaped to the roof’s edge, sat down, and slid off feet first. Thud. He’d hit the ground.

A feline’s cry stopped the voices inside the church. I held my breath. Beneath the metal burning my palms, someone whispered a question about predators.

Stone signaled that I relocate to Wolfe’s exit spot. I inched to the roof’s edge until I could peer over.

My jaw dropped. Half-hidden behind a Devil’s Walking Stick bush, Melody waved up at me. Next to her, a taller and darker-skinned person wearing a headscarf and sunglasses sat astride a bicycle. Rebecca gave me a cool thumbs-up. Wolfe gestured at me with his blood-streaked arm to hurry up.

No cougar lurked anywhere in sight.

Sky alive, had it been Melody screaming like a cat just now? She was gifted—I’d forgotten how gifted. Wolfe windmilled both his injured and non-injured arms. Jump! His face squinched with laugher.

A bolder voice from inside the building barked a question. Running footsteps crunched toward the church’s entrance.

Whoosh. My breath left me. Stone had picked me up and now launched us off the church’s roof together. On the pebbly ground, he set me on my feet. Then, as if having second thoughts, he scooped me up and jogged, heading for the others beside the vegetation.

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