The Lycan Rebirth (The Flux Age Book 3) by 9781530629930

Author:9781530629930
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-08-10T00:00:00+00:00

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Grand Providence, Bahamas

Gustav and his hideous detachment of arachne guided Florence’s ragtag party through thick, sweltering jungle. Though she was glad to be surrounded by creatures that didn’t want to kill her immediately, Florence had a sinking feeling that the arachne weren’t going to play nicely. Already she’d heard a number of threatening hisses from the large spiders, and without their leader being present she had no doubt that they would wrap the lycans in thick, tenderizing silk and store them for slow consumption later. From what she remembered of her studies, the arachne method of disposing of their prey was both repulsive and cruel. Every fiber of her being lurched with nausea when she glanced at their new captors scuttling through the jungle foliage. The arachne had a certain way of moving that inspired dread and disgust. Keeping her focus on the jungle ahead, Florence turned her mind to more pressing matters. Would the arachne help them? What was their relationship like with the aquila? She guessed they would know soon enough. One thing was certain - her trainees had a lot to learn about etiquette.

Florence wasn’t used to playing the diplomat, but she was forced to manage her trainees and convince them that this situation was a lot better than the previous one. Their natural instinct was to growl and spit at the large spiders, behavior that was returned in kind. But there was a delicate balance at play here and it was crucial that everybody kept a cool head.

The surrounding terrain became darker and steamier. The foliage hung low and limp. Thick tendrils snaked their way down and clung to the werewolves’ fur. More than once Florence slapped a bug or tic and hoped she hadn’t been poisoned.

And yet the thicker the vegetation became, the more she relaxed. After a while the canopy became so thick she couldn’t imagine the aquila being able to penetrate it. Gustav pushed through a thick curtain of vines and held them aside for Florence to follow. She gasped as she emerged into a huge, bowl-shaped hollow filled with mossy rock platforms and sliced by a burbling stream. As Florence’s eyes adjusted to the light she realized there were hundred of spiders here in varying sizes, shapes and colors. Tiny red spiders. Spiders with a glowing blue streak on their abdomens. Long, spindly spiders that rested on incredibly beautiful and intricate webs that spanned the entire hollow. She was both awestruck and humbled. It seemed that the arachne preferred to spend most, if not all their time, as their spirit creatures.

As she moved through the dark, cool hollow Florence realized it was lit by millions of tiny seed husks drifting through the thick air. They emitted a faint orange glow that gave the scene a welcoming glow and went some way to reducing the threat of the larger spiders.

“Head down,” Gustav murmured as he disappeared between two rocks. Florence did as she was told, picking her way down a winding path and ended up in a cool glade by the stream.

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