White - Waging War

Waging War

Book Four

The ImmortalDescendants

April White

Copyright by April White,2016

Published by CorazonEntertainment at Smashwords

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War is being waged against theDescendants and Saira Elian is desperate to stop the Mongerssavage bid for power

Sairas search for kidnapped mixed-bloodsdraws her into the Mongers stronghold, revealing the horribletruth behind the irresistible Monger ring and the vile plan tocleanse Family bloodlines permanently.

Under threat of a brutal massacre, Saira andRingo travel back to Bletchley Park during World War II where theyteam up with Archer from the past to crack a Nazi code and expose aMonger intent on changing the course of history. They join forceswith a female commando from the French resistance to hunt down anelite unit of Monger soldiers - Hitlers Werewolves - before theterror squad can strike a fatal blow at the heart of the Allied wareffort.

Their manhunt drags Saira, Archer, and Ringointo the London Underground on the eve of a Nazi bombing raid wherethey come face-to-face with a Monger assassin on a suicide mission.With the lives of all mixed-bloods in peril, Saira must make asacrifice that even Time may never forgive.

Have you ever asked yourself, domonsters make war, or does war make monsters?

Laini Taylor,Daughter of Smoke and Bone

Shifter Training

A twig snapped behind me, and I caught thefaint trace of Connors Wolf.

Id been studying up on Shifters, and animalfacts scrolled through my brain. Wolf. Carnivorous predator.Average travel speed five miles an hour. At full sprint thirty-eight miles an hour. Average number of teeth forty-two.Strategic scent-trackers that hunt in packs.

Connors Shifter Wolf was alone though, andif I stayed ahead of his forty-two teeth, he and I would have abetter chance of remaining on speaking terms.

I was free-running in the forest outside theboundaries of Elian Manor, where there were more hiding places andbetter escape routes for the keep-away portion of this game. Butthere was the small matter of forty-two Wolf teeth somewherein the undergrowth behind me.

Also, the Wolf and I werent the onlyplayers in this game of get-back-to-Elian-Manor-unscathed, and if Ileft the woods, I might as well paint a target on my back. Mycamouflaging abilities would be totally useless in the manicuredfields and wide open spaces immediately surrounding ElianManor.

I caught wind of him again, which was odd,because wolves hunt downwind from their prey. Connors Wolf wasdeliberately revealing himself. He kept pace behind me, but stayedback out of sight. Id need a better plan when the woods thinnedout near the old apple orchard, but for now, keeping myself out ofreach of his Wolfy grin was the best one I had.

He howled suddenly, and I felt the Cat riseup inside me as if shed been woken from hibernation by the sound.I pushed her back down the only way I knew how by mental chat.No! I decide when to Shift, not you. In England, mentalwas another word for crazy, and talking to the feline Shifterpart of oneself was pretty mental.

Cat grumbled at me. I can take down theWolf.

We are not taking down Wolves today.I said, as if taking down wolves was ever on a list ofthings to do in a day.

She huffed. Its a dog.

Its an Alpha, and hes my friend, sosheathe your claws. I attempted to convince myself it was onlya little weird to argue with a Cougar alter-ego.

Go ahead, fight me, she smirked.Youll be defenseless, and when you need me, youll have to begme to come.

Gah! It was a lot weird.

Another twig snapped, then a deep grunt. Andsuddenly a massive, dark figure loomed up ahead near the edge ofthe woods. My courage shredded and I almost stopped in my tracks,but fortunately I had a razor-sharp sense of self-preservation thatoverrode the pants-wetting instinct a Bear usually inspired.

Bear. A solitary omnivore. Able to scentfood up to eighteen miles away, with a sense of smell seven timesbetter than a bloodhound. One swipe of a paw could disembowel ordecapitate a man. Top speed thirty-four miles an hour.

I couldnt outrun Mr. Shaws Bear in humanform.

The Shifter bone was around my neck, tuckeddown in my t-shirt. I was only half-Shifter, so I needed the Familyartifact to unleash my Cougar. It was on a long leather thong, andthe ancient bone itself felt alive against my skin.

I shuddered. If I decided to do it, theShift itself would be intense and glorious, like scratching chickenpox with a wire brush. It was the inevitable post-Shift internalbattle with my Cat that I dreaded.

So instead of Shifting, I changed directionand headed for the stone wall that separated the apple orchard fromthe rest of the fields.

The Bear followed at an easy lope, and whenI leapt to the top of the wall, he swerved around to the orchardside. It was a bold move designed to trap me between the orchardand the woods, or to put it in real terms, to trap me on top of asix-foot-high stone wall between forty-two teeth and a decapitatingpaw. So I had that going for me.

The wall was only about fifty feet long, andended in a laurel hedgerow that stood taller than my head. ShawsBear had outpaced me and was now at full height on the right sideof the wall, about ten feet in front of me. A standing bear was acurious bear, and Id know he was aggressive if he tensed anddropped to all fours. My legs locked up and I practically skiddedto a halt.

Whoa, Bear, I whispered, frozen in place.From the top of the wall I scanned the woods again, hoping some newescape option would suddenly reach out and embrace me. I almostjumped down to take my chances in the forest, until Connors Wolfstepped out from between the trees and howled a bone-chilling callof the wild.

And then Shaws Bear dropped down with adeafening roar full of a challenge my Cougar couldnt ignore. Iknew I was screwed even as I tried to rip my t-shirt over my head.There was a Wolf on one side of me and a Bear on the other, andtheyd both just called my Cat to defend herself.

And she answered.

I was going to miss that t-shirt.

I hadnt been fast enough to control theShift, and now I was mad - at the Wolf and Bear for provoking myShift, and at my Cat for disintegrating my clothes. The jeans andboots had been old and could be replaced, but I probably wouldntbe going back to San Pedro Muffler for another shirt any timesoon.

The Wolf exploded forward, and my Catsfirst instinct was to leap off the wall and fight.