It was coming closer… they all but felt it like the touch of a hand, clenched simultaneously around each of their hearts, closer, then closer still.
“Come out, come out wherever you are, I only want to play.”
Its voice, dripping with agony. A dose of raw power yet, neither identifiable as male nor female.
It was a power that forced its way into every ear, stripping the senses of all cognizance.
The whispered words rushed through the silent bar like a tidal wave, slamming bodies into walls and pinning them to the ceiling. None moved after that display of raw animalistic power, none dared to breathe.
Instead they meekly kept their heads down, meekly. Praying fervently as the steps came closer.
It was Death.
The acrid burn of it in every throat, the taste of the afterlife on every tongue. Yes, most certainly, death.
A table smashed into a wall across the room, just shy of the door with rapid violence. The young Naturals cowering under tables, pressed against the walls, artfully arranged into flesh like portraits, shook in fear before it.
The being’s massive power forced them to stay where they were like children, frozen in the dark as the monsters came from the closet and under their beds. Frozen, as the end’s terrible hungry maws, stretched grotesquely wide to swallow them up. A few began whimpering like fussing unattended babes, eyes fixed on the descending horror. Others began whimpering like sick dogs in the face of utter annihilation.
And the majority looked away, eyes squeezed shut, holding desperately to themselves and each other. But it was all inevitable, and all in vain.
For the end was not to be ignored, it was not to be outran for—
It. Just. Was.
Aiden polatlı escort
His strapping Beta Lucas Sinclair, had picked Aiden up like a football, and then promptly tossed him through the very first window he encountered on the second floor. Bastard.
Aiden rolled off the roof of the navigator that broke his fall and landed in an inelegant sprawl, right on his face, pain lighting up his right side. “Fuck!”
He was among the lucky ones that somehow made it out when the warning came. Well, not lucky, more like blessed seeing as he was Alpha of the Strider’s wolf pack. Which meant, if the realms were ending? His ass was to be spared extinction first. Perks of being smothered from birth and mothered by too many.
He squinted up at the window looking for his second in command so he could flip him off, but Lucas was gone. Why the fuck did his Beta strive to always be the hero? Sometimes being the anti- hero was just as good! That shit pissed him off. Royally. Lucas was just like a thorn under his skin, a constant source of irritation.
When he was a safe distance away as per Lucas’s standards, Aiden stopped to catch his breath, cold air puffing from his lips, and watched Hallow shake from the inside out, by a force unseen.
Life sucked dick, when one was Alpha. Aiden sucked in air through clenched teeth and exhaled pain. “Holy hell!” His eyes went wide. Hallow had begun to consume itself from within, with the screams of those dying Naturals still trapped inside it.
Outside, the anguished screams echoed eerily from within the roiling mass, before it winked out of existence. Then he saw it… and his blood froze in his veins.
“Holy… what the hell is that?” Someone whispered nearby as it strolled forward, a cloak once white pursaklar escort soaked in blood with a cocky little grin on its lips, humming this, sad little melody.
There was nothing left behind to testify that over three-hundred-souls were inside there, having the time of their lives. Now, there was just… nothing. Damn it! Aiden groaned and drove his fist into the side of the Range Rover that afforded them cover, curling into a ball on the gravel that paved what passed as a park hub.
“What the fuck—what the fuck!”
A hand landed on his shoulder squeezing in silent warning, but it was too late.
It paused, head cocked, then turning slightly to the left almost snake like, a hand reached out plucking a man from the shadows. He was held off the sidewalk by his neck, held up to a face hidden by a cowl of blood and darkness for inspection.
“Be a dear and tell me where I can get some action around here, Hallow was a dead-end, get it, dead-end?”
Fingers armored in black tightened, until the bones in his neck turned to dust with a sickening crunch, its mouth curling into a sneer as the male kicked out frantically gasping for air.
Beneath the cowl, cold eyes regarded him before it sniffed at him for a second laughing happily.
“You’re specialllll, I can scent it. You can smell things. You led them here to me.”
The blue haired shifter was dragged closer, until its breath bathed his face.
The male shook and clawed at the hand at his throat, managing to let a garbled whimper escape as its power rushed through his entire being. Mind, heart body… his very soul was over turned in an instant.
Until every nerve ending was washed with the sheer magnitude of its strength, and his mind shuddered and convulsed in his rus escort skull.
“Then can you tell me where I can find a Talon?”
It shook the male before tossing him aside. “Worthless, lack of evolution noted.”
It turned in a sudden spin on the street and walked off drunkenly, swaying to music only it could hear, and then disappeared around the corner, into the cold night.
Lucas Sinclair crawled on his hands and knees, digging a path through the hot debris and black smoke until he made it out. Moments later, he made it to his knees once he got a lick of fresh air, then got to his feet.
The entire building had caved in, sending most on the second floor and him, crashing into the basement before it all came down like a headstone. Not tonight for him though.
He spat out blood and wiped his face on his torn sleeve. More of his den brothers came out and he began doing a head count. Shit… they were down. Where the hell did that thing come from?
There were sounds of pain and suffering as more Naturals were dug out and united to dig others free of the debris, which used to be a perfect piece of architecture. Shit… just shit! He dropped to his knees when his strength gave out and was forced to sit out the rest of the cleanup.
Looking around at the carnage he felt sick. Acid seemed to be eating at his insides with fervor, that was when the thought occurred.
Lucas was at a loss as to what to do. But three questions were rattling around like demons in a cage at the back of his skull, the first.
Where was Aiden? He’d checked the area, and his Alpha was gone.
The second— what the hell was that thing?
And third— what the fuck was a Talon.
(Hiya, thanks for reading please feel free to share your thoughts in the comments section. below are two characters making appearances in chapters to come. Again thanks for reading.)
Aiden Chekhov- Alpha of the Strider’s Pack depicted by Greyston Holt.
Lucas Sinclair- Beta of the Strider’s Pack depicted by Steve Lund.