Blood Lands (Savage Lands #5)(101)

I bellowed out a roar.

“Uncle Warwick!” Simon cried out. “What’s wrong?”

Sucking in, I pushed back the agony, standing up and taking his hand. The moment we hit the edge of the forest my gaze went to the spot I had left her.

Gone.

Panic rose in my throat, my hand clasping Simon’s tighter, pulling him with me as I jogged back to the spot.

“Kovacs?” I gritted out. More and more, I felt off, my gaze taking in the sea of dead bodies on the ground.

“Mom!” Simon yanked free of my grip, running across the terrain where my sister stood. Her shock morphed into tears as she scooped him up, hugging her son to her body in utter relief and love. Zander and Mykel stood nearby.

“Warwick!” Ash’s voice hit my ear, and he ran to me, Scorpion moving to me as well, but my attention didn’t make it past Tad’s body on the ground. The horrified shock. Tadhgan was dead.

She was able to kill the oldest and most powerful Druid alive.

Most of the carnage on the ground was from her too. I could taste her signature, smell her magic like I was tuned only to it.

“Fuck, princess, what did you do?” I muttered, reaching out for her, but feeling nothing. “Kovacs!” I screamed, echoing off the sky, bouncing through the trees as if it was chasing after her. The link was burnt out, an abyss that echoed forever. I couldn’t even feel a buzz between us, spearing alarm in my lungs, the darkness already yanking me down to my most basic instincts.

Kill. Avenge. Destroy.

“Where is she?” Scorpion’s voice peaked with dread, sensing it too, but not as I did. I knew it with every fiber of my being.

“Gone.” I stared out at the forest, the sun dipping below the horizon, knowing she was somewhere out there, every second getting farther and farther away.

“Better watch out, princess,” I muttered to myself. “I’m coming for you.”

If she thought she could run, could hide from me, she was mistaken.

I hunted and tracked down my prey.

I was the threat, the danger.

I was The Wolf...





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As a thank you to all who have loved my sidekicks who appear in the Darkness, Collector, Lightness, and Savage Lands Series, and have been begging for more of them! Here is Sprig, Cal, Simmons, Grimmel, Opie, and Bitzy together in a special Holiday scene just for you!



Leather Thongs and Honey—

A Christmas Tail





“I’d like to welcome you all to the casting of The Christmas Carol.” Opie strolled out, his costume the most elaborate he had ever done. A red velvet cape trimmed with cotton balls draped from him, and a long skirt made out of fir tree needles which were strung meticulously together and swished with every movement. His bustier was made of mistletoe and tinsel. (He would never admit that it itched like crazy. It was the price you paid for style.) Deep red Poinsettia petals fanned out behind his neck like an ancient queen’s collar, and holly leaves crowned his head. Bitzy sat on his back in a Santa bag with a blinking star on her head like a Christmas tree topper and a smaller version of Opie’s cape flowing down.

He stopped before a tiny monkey named Sprig, two pixies called Cal and Simmons, and Grimmel, the raven. “Thank you all for coming.”

“Against will.” The raven squawked, not at all pleased to be there. “Very dim light here.”

Chirp! Bitzy flipped off the raven.

“Yes, mushrooms would do him good. He might be a good Scrooge.” Opie cleared his throat. “Okay, let’s get started.” He pulled up his clipboard, running his finger down it. “Is there a Sprig…I can’t pronounce the rest of your name…here?” He peered up at the monkey who was wearing black underwear around his neck and holding a stuffed goat.

“It’s Spriggan-Galchobhar. But my friends call me Sprig.” He squeezed the stuffed goat next to him, talking like a speeding train. “Pam has other pet names for me, like honey, honey biscuit, honey cake, honey bear—though I don’t like that one. Bears freak me out. Also, she calls me honey plum, honey stick…ohhh I’m hungry. Is there going to be food here? I mean it has to be breakfast time. I love the honey pancakes at Izel’s. Can we get those?”

“It’s nighttime,” Opie responded.

“Oh, good. Pancakes for dinner. And churros for dessert. And honey covered mango chips to hold me over. No bananas…I hate those. I hate that people assume, just because I look like a monkey, I’m going to like those squishy things. Death in a yellow peel. Not even if they are covered in honey. Oh, like Bhean’s honey tits. Those things produce sugar sweetness of the gods. Praise the honey tits!”

“Stuff it, monkey, or I’m gonna force another type of banana down your throat.” Cal, rubbed at his head. “Juniper crackers. I am too sober for this. There’s an open bar, right? I came on the assumption there would be juniper juice here.”

“I never said that.” Opie shook his head.