As I promised, an exclusive read from the final book in my #trilogy.
"It is said that time is relative. However, it is only relative to where you happen to be at the moment.
Eight, brave souls of sacrifice walked slowly toward the bluff. They had a very bad feeling about it. Most if not all of them would be dead in minutes. They all knew it.
Three hooded figures stood at the bluff watching their approach. The hood was just for theatrics.
Kaitlan looked up at Cordone. He was scared as was she, but this was what their lives had been heading toward.
Finally, they reached the bluff, and stood. Waiting.
“Well, well, well. I see everyone found their way?” Turner sneered. His voice was raspy, because he was fighting changing before he was ready.
Two others came up to them with handcuffs of silver with what looked like Celtic markings on the circlets.
Cordone’s eyes narrowed. Who? Who was the other traitor? He knew Roland and Johnson, but the third?
The figure removed his hood.
“Tim?” Cordone gasped.
Tim was in cahoots with Zanack?
“Yeah. It’s me. Fooled ya, didn’t I!” Tim gloated, and laughed. “Besides, he pays better!”
Zanack’s hand came up, and slapped the back of Tim’s head.
“Hey! What was that for?” Tim asked, rubbing the back of his head. “That really hurt!”
“That’s for being a total idiot.” Zanack said.
Cordone had a ghost of a smile. “Hmmmm. Seems there isn’t joy in demon land.”
Kaitlan laughed out loud. In a split second, Zanack’s foul, putrid, rotted, and decaying teeth were in her face. Kaitlan wanted to throw up at the smell.
“Watch your fucking, little mouth, you bitch!” He grabbed her chin. “Your White Wolf is powerless in this place. I could break you in an instant!”
Kaitlan held her breath. She wasn’t going to back down no matter what he said.
“Ewwwww!” She pinched her nose to make sure he got the message. “Honestly, Zanack! Don’t you EVER brush your teeth? Go to a dentist? You smell like a garbage dump on a 115 degree day!”
The mates heard snickers all around.
Zanack yanked her hair back hard kicking her legs backward causing her to fall on her knees. Cordone tried to retaliate, but stopped immediately.
“Don’t even try it, Cordone. I could snap her neck like a toothpick, but you know better than to interfere with fate!” He waved his hand, and hog-tied all of them in an instant. Then, Zanack turned back to Kaitlan. “You are a fucking bitch, Kaitlan O’Hara. Just like your Father was a fucking bastard. Your Mom, though? I still dream of her naked body under me, and fucking her!”
He lowered his mouth to her ear.
“You should have been my child, Kaitlan, not that bastard of a werewolf!”
Kaitlan was trying to jerk her hair out of his hands, but she couldn’t move as he wrapped his arm tighter around her neck.
“Your precious mate can’t save you. Want to know why I hate Canaan so much? Because your Mother was mine! My mate! MINE! I wanted to plunge my hot and huge cock inside of her. To take her, and implant my seed in her body!”
Kaitlan’s stomach rolled with his words. She felt bile rise in her throat as she listened to the vile depravity flood out of his mouth. But, that didn’t make her weak. On the contrary, her wolf was just about to emerge if he didn’t let go of her, now.
“Your wolf cannot emerge in this place, so you may as well stop trying!” He glanced at the other girls. “I have placed a spell on the eight of you. None of you can do a damn thing right now! No wolves, no Elven powers, nothing. This place is sacred!”
He turned back to Kaitlan to gloat further.
“So, now, shall I tell you how much I desired Tara? How much I wanted to bury my massive dick inside her? To take her over and over and over? How much I wanted to rub her body against my scales as I took her? I wanted to see her blood flow as my scales cut her tits, and the rest of her body! To see the fear in her eyes when she felt my burning, hot seed implant into her? To watch her pain as my seed grew within her womb for five months until our child clawed its way out of her? She was MINE! Not Canaan’s! MINE! He took her. He ravished her, and he put you in her! He ruined her! That’s why I killed her! I killed her personally. And, you should have died, too!”
Kaitlan wouldn’t keep her mouth shut, but Cordone was positive she was doing something else with Zanack at this moment. But, what, he couldn’t figure out at the moment.
Kaitlan’s anger grew by the second as Zanack spoke to her. He was vile. Evil incarnate! If a Nivurian was as evil as Richard had told them, then the Evil One combined with the Nivurian was far worse. Her wolf was at the surface, and she knew she could unleash her when she wanted. Zanack could not stop it, but she decided to let him “think” he had stopped her. They all needed some answers, so she said the first thing that came into her head.
“Yours? You think my Mother would come near your filth? You think too much of yourself, Zanack. It’s no wonder that the other realms destroyed your entire race letting humans and supers replace you, and your whole fucking race!” Kaitlan sneered, and she spat in his face.
She had done it! She had made him really mad. He pulled his arm back, and backhanded her right across the face. Several of his spikes sliced into her cheek. It hurt like hell, but there was no way that Kaitlan was going to give him the satisfaction of letting him see her pain. Instead, she spit out some of the blood that had dripped into her mouth, and turned her face back to face him.
“Oh, my dear Kaitlan. Of course, she would have come to me. As if she would have had a choice. I am far more powerful than you know. She would have not only come to me, but spread her legs whenever I told her to do so! I wanted to take her in front of her whole Clan, and let her mate watch me!”
Kaitlan’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Cordone stared at his bloodied mate’s face. He couldn’t protect her, but he didn’t think she would want him to anyway. The more angry she became, the more the White Wolf would enjoy her vengeance, so he kept quiet. He didn’t have much of a choice. Zanack had spelled the four of them on their knees, and they couldn’t move at all.
“Oh, really?” Kaitlan’s mouth turned up in a menacingly evil grin.” Why, Zanack…if that were so, then why couldn’t you take her away from my Father?”
“How dare you speak to me that way?” Zanack screamed. “I’ll teach you to….”
Kaitlan completely ignored his warning.
“I’ll tell you why you couldn’t take her away from my Father - her mate - you fucking son of a bitch! Because, you are a nothing but a prick! And, yes…pun intended! You are a flawed piece of shit called a Nivurian! A fucking bastard perpetuated by his own, self-aggrandized vision of himself! You have no power whatsoever! You never have! Your shell is not even real! It’s only a glamour receptacle for the piece of shit that you are! Your desire to kill this world will fail, and we will bring you down! Do you think, for one moment, the Creator will let you live to mess up his creations? Seriously? You must think that you are the most fucking, great son of a bitch jackass to have ever been on this planet! You think it’s about YOU? About what YOU want? Well, it ‘ain’t’! You don’t belong here! You don’t belong anywhere! Your damn, fucking whole race was destroyed by the realms, because of the filth that you are! As for the part of your anatomy you are so fond of, well, you can bet that I will burn it off your body slowly, painfully! And, more than that, you will suffer as you have never suffered!”
Zanack was quiet a moment as his eyes dangerously narrowed.
“Bullshit, White Wolf! You have no power. It was all a ruse. It’s a lie. It always was! You so much as come near my dick, and I’ll shove my spiked hand and arm up your cunt, and watch you bleed out!”
“Well, what do you know? I got under your thick putrid scales, and into the skin below! So, what’s the matter, Zanack? You think you’re in charge?” she sneered. “You make the same mistake as all evil does by thinking you’re in charge!” Kaitlan sneered even more. “You think that you are indestructible? Well, I got news for you! You aren’t! A Nivurian who struck a deal with the Evil One is all you are, and then, you are nothing but his vessel! You murdered Roland, and used your glamour to pretend you were him. Don’t you know that evil always loses? Trust me when I tell you that the EO deceived you. What did he promise you? Rule of Earth? Money? Plenty of food? If you think you have escaped from his retribution, you are lying to yourself! You were played by the EO, and I will destroy you, and send him back to the hell-hole he crawled out of!” Kaitlan finished quietly, which made her all the more terrifying to those around her - even her own mate.
Zanack’s fury drove him to pull her hair forward, and slammed her face into the ground. Hard. Then, he backed up. She raised her head, which was covered with dirt along with more blood from the impact. Zanack licked his lips as he started forward. Fresh blood always turned him on! He came to a sudden stop when she continued to speak.
“Is that all you have, Zanack? You think slamming my face into the ground will stop me? It won’t. I am the White Wolf, and I will make sure that you will suffer all the fires from the hell that I will bring down upon your head!”
“Why you fucking, bi….” Zanack grabbed her head, again, and stopped when Tim put his hand on Zanack’s arm.
“Stop acting like a bloody moron, Zanack! We are running out of time! Just open the damned portal, and let’s get on with it!”
Zanack stopped his advance. If he so much as took a drop of blood, now, everything he had worked for would have been for naught.
He stepped back, and jerked his arm out of Tim’s hand.
“Yes. You’re right.”
He slowly removed a dagger of such beauty, it awed everyone there. It was pure gold with many rare gemstones beset into the handle. The Gem on the top of the hilt was red - and the size of a small fist.
Zanack laughed maniacally when he saw their eyes widen.
“Where in the hell did you get that?” Cordone demanded.
“What? This little ole’ thing? Come, come, Cordone. Where I got it from is superfluous, of course. But, just in case you don’t know its purpose is, well, it is a special…,”
“I know what the hell it is! Where the hell did you get it?”
Zanack continued as if Cordone hadn’t spoken, “…ceremonial dagger for blood sacrifices used long ago throughout the ages. Most recently, the Mayans. It is ancient, and as with all things magical, there is always a high price to be paid in using it.” Zanack turned the blade over and over, then raked it back and forth over his hand, his eyes glinting in its glow. He continued to speak as if in a trance. “It let me sacrifice countless humans and supers. Allowed me to easily cut the beating hearts out of their writhing and terrified bodies.”
He stopped, and looked up. “And, unfortunately for you four, bastard males, well, I will thoroughly enjoy slitting your throats! A little bloodletting, as it were. Actually, a lot of blood-letting!”
He waved the dagger in the mens’ faces. Shackling the four werewolves even tighter, he threw their faces down to the ground. The girls wanted to stop him, and tried to move forward, but they couldn’t move, because Zanack used his magic to root them where they stood. Quite literally, their feet were captured by roots from underneath the soil! None of the mates were able to move a muscle, and the girls watched in horror at what he was going to do!
“Oh, and Kaitlan? Don’t even think about asking the Earth to help you. This piece of ground was consecrated to the EO, as you call him, long ago for just this purpose. So, if you do, I guarantee all four will die instantly!”
“Liar! You need us on the other side, so you are not going to kill us.”
His mouth turned up in a sneer.
“What makes you think I mean you girls? You’re an idiot, Kaitlan! Now, if you don’t mind, I have to open the Portal of Time. We have a date with destiny!”
“A date? Methinks thou dost not know what the word means. We know you are going to kill our mates to open the portal, Zanack? Is that the best you can do?” Sarah uttered.
Zanack took a deep breath to keep from strangling both Kaitlan and Sarah, and turned to face the bluff. Turning his hands upward, he sliced both of his palms with the tip of the dagger. A thick, mustard yellow blood poured from his wounds covering the dagger. He placed the blade across both hands in a form of offering, and recited an incantation as his blood dripped onto the ground."
