The Survivors: Book One

"This isn't over!" the Slaver snarled, almost crying tears of rage.

Angela paled, but before she could respond, a voice rang out with commanding fury.

"Yes, it is. You're both dead!"

Brady stepped from behind her muddy Blazer, Colt aimed where the other man had fallen out of sight. He moved purposely in that direction, content the wolf had things under control. The Marine was angrier than he'd ever been, and there was no hesitating, no doubt about what had to be done.

"Brady." Feeling their death in his mind, Angela had to stop him, despite the Witch warning her not to interfere with the defense she had chosen. "I'm not hurt. Let's just go."

Marc stopped, but didn't turn. "It's a bad idea."

She nodded, heart thumping at the sound of his voice. Brady was here! "I know."

He gave in reluctantly, slowly moved back into the shadowy darkness by her vehicle to provide cover without being such a clear target. "Go on, then. I'll catch up."

Angela moved fast, grabbing things, and was glad when the huge wolf stayed between her and the furious black man on the ground. The doctor inside wanted to help, wanted to try and make peace, but his hatred. She knew even if she could change the way he saw her, he would always loath her for this surprise defeat. She would only be healing him so he could continue to hunt her.

"They will anyway," the voice behind the now closed door whispered, warned, "Better to let your man kill them."'

Angela shook her head. No killing…and he wasn't her man.

"We'll come for you, bitch!" Dillan was sitting up slowly, clothes tacky with blood.

The menacing wolf snarled, telling Angela to stay back. If she stepped too close, if the man got even a hand on her, he would snap her neck with his good arm. She caught that clearly too, and was careful not to get within his reach as she broke camp.

"You'll look over your shoulder forever, Witch!" Dean shouted from the tall grass while searching for his gun. "You'll bleed rivers while we have you!"

Evil laughter floated on the wind, giving Angela another deep chill despite Brady's presence. She looked at him, saw his eyes on her, but she could read nothing on his handsome face.

When she raised a brow, he sighed heavily, cold blue gaze returning to the snake in the high grass. "You already know what I think."