Page 12 of Shadowlands Sector


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A figure lurches forward… an undead… A lanky man wearing no shirt, his decaying chest covered in open scratches. He moans loud enough to alert others nearby to join him. “Fucking great.” We’ll be swarmed in no time.

Meira spins out of my grasp and runs back the way we came.

My pulse is on fire, and I throw myself after her. Seizing her arm, I drag her back into the woods fast. She fights me, as if facing an undead is a better option for her. I pray the blood in the water and near the bank distracts them enough that they won’t follow us.

Fury churns in my gut.

“Let me go! They’re afteryou.”

Her words take me off-guard, but I figure she’s being her usual, complimentary self. “Where do you hide?” I demanded.

But she says nothing, like suddenly the danger across the river isn’t her problem. “If I shout right now, they’ll be on us in no time.” There’s a challenge in her eyes, a threat. “Release me, and I’ll tell you where you can go hide. Otherwise, you’ll die tonight.”

A sinister grin splits her mouth, and I have no doubt she means every word.

My wolf unleashes a low moan that bleeds up my throat.

I hear the splash of water, and my heart rages against my ribcage. A shudder rushes down my spine.

Squeezing her arm harder, I pull her close so we’re face to face. “Listen. If I die in these woods, my entire pack will be scouring the woods to find you. Do you know what they do to Alpha killers?” I snarl.

She shrugs nonchalantly, and fuck, she is testing me. “They will hand you around to be taken by every single male.” Of course I’m lying, but she doesn't know that. “Help me and I’ll be sure you’re taken care of.”

She swallows loudly, the color draining from her cheeks. It takes her a while to think this through. “If the undead kill you, no one will think I’m to blame in any way.”

I transfer my hand to her wrist and hold her. She thinks on her feet, and I like that about her.

The hatred she tosses at me makes me smirk. Then we’re moving with haste through the woods.

She navigates the forest expertly, even with night closing in. She knows this location very well. We take a sharp left between two lofty pines into a denser part of the landscape. Pine needles litter the ground, and I note a small worn path. She’s been living in this location for a while now.

We pause, and then she’s reaching for a rope ladder dangling from an enormous tree. I glance up to find a platform overhead.

I didn’t seethiscoming. She’s built herself a treehouse to escape the dangers. Secretly, I’m in awe of her survival skills. How has she managed to go this long without an undead attack? She still had to hunt for food.

When the crunch of foliage comes from nearby, I grab the rope ladder and begin climbing. I glance up, only to see the perfect view of her ass in black underwear under her skirt. I shouldn’t feel anything, but heat bursts through my veins until it feels like I’m on fire.

She scrambles up onto the platform, and I race up. I wouldn’t be surprised if she cuts the cords and throws me down to the monsters.

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