Contents
Title
Disclaimer
Useful Links
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Useful Links
THE LYCAN COLLAPSE
The Flux Age Book 2
Steven J Shelley
Copyright © 2016 Blue Orchid Books
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual places is purely coincidental.
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AEGIS COLONY:
The Sands of Osiris (Book 1)
http://www.amazon.com/Sands-Osiris-Aegis-Colony-ebook/dp/B00SRGECZS
The Jungles of Verdano (Book 2)
http://www.amazon.com/The-Jungles-Verdano-Aegis-Colony-ebook/dp/B0158SLBEC
The Ice of Solitude (Book 3)
http://www.amazon.com/The-Ice-Solitude-Aegis-Colony-ebook/dp/B0179O73ZO
THE FLUX AGE:
The Lycan Society (Book 1)
http://www.amazon.com/Lycan-Society-Flux-Age-Book-ebook/dp/B0129QVD4E
The Lycan Collapse (Book 2)
http://www.amazon.com/Lycan-Collapse-Flux-Age-Book-ebook/dp/B01BK1B5XS
The Lycan Rebirth (Book 3)
http://www.amazon.com/Lycan-Rebirth-Flux-Age-Book-ebook/dp/B01CVYFUWU
1 - Julian
New York State, USA
Julian Banes soared through a waking sky. Over the dark forests of Maryland and into the flatter plains of Iowa. His work in New York was done for now, and the Council had summoned him to the Eyrie for debriefing. What was several hours travel for a normal man was a brisk morning jaunt for a strong male aquila. Julian sank into a helpful up-draft and picked up considerable speed as he bulleted west, chasing the night over the horizon. The cars on the interstate below looked like slow-moving ants. Humans weren’t very observant at the best of times, but if one happened to spot the eagle as he soared west they might think it was one of the many great eagles that plied the skies across the midwest.
As the day brightened the brown, well-ordered fields became rolling foothills. The Rocky Mountains beckoned to the southwest, majestically shrouded in cloud. Julian rolled in on a colder mountain zephyr, relishing the freshness against his spread wings. Now that he’d discovered his spirit beast, he didn’t know what he’d do if he wasn’t able to fly. What kind of person must he have been before? A dull, sluggish, ignorant man, surely. A man more concerned with numbers and business than the sheer joy of speed, motion and grace. Today he was celebrating his sixth month of being aquilan and it was like he won the lottery every day. He still couldn’t quite believe that he was blessed with the abilities he now had. Flight was the obvious one, and if it was just that he’d be more than happy. But there were other things. Razor-sharp vision. The keenest hearing. Better yet, an almost preternatural sense of danger. Aquilans were powerful in open spaces and smart enough to realize when danger was around the corner. Julian couldn’t think of a spirit beast he’d rather be. He felt like he’d been given a golden ticket for the coming Flux Age and wanted to tackle it like every day was his last. That was the last thing. Aquilans often lived to be over two hundred years old! Julian couldn’t quite wrap his head around that. For a man who never really appreciated how precious life was before, he was certainly aware of it now. He was set to live three times longer than the average human and he wasn’t going to waste a single moment.
Julian spotted an edge to the wall of rock that formed the shoulder of Mount Elbert and cruised down through a verdant valley dotted with pine and spruce. Pinehaven looked peaceful and serene through the trees as he made his approach. A log hunting lodge from the 18th Century, Pinehaven was once an exclusive retreat for New York businessman and sprawled gracefully from a central hall to elegant wings on either side. Julian folded his wings as he made a soft landing on the platform especially constructed at the lodge’s extreme western end.
A butler emerged to brush Julian down and make sure he was comfortable as he shifted back into human form. Stirling also carried a pressed pinstripe suit for immediate use.
Dressed and ready, Julian made his way through a relaxed living area. A figure emerged from the hallway - tall and willowy with long, dark curly hair and a cheeky grin.
“Welcome back, J,” she said in a sing-song voice.
“Hi, Jasmine,” Julian said with a forced smile. The girl was barely eighteen and made no effort to hide her attraction to him. Julian had no problem with that in theory, but the truth was her manner made him uncomfortable. She was friendly enough, but overly direct and manipulative. Besides, she wasn’t even aquilan. The only reason she was here, at the Council’s highest level sanctuary, was because she was a diviner. As such she was probably the most important person in the aquilan hierarchy. Well, in this crucial first phase of emergence anyway. If it wasn’t for Jasmine, Hector Caliri wouldn’t have found his spirit beast, and the aquilans would’ve stayed buried for who knew how long.
“Hector’s waiting for you,” Jasmine drawled with a sly smile. “You’d better go in.”
Julian nodded and took his leave, glad to get away. From the way Jasmine was smiling he might have to ward her off later that day. Such matters were tiring to him. For some reason he preferred to think about the musky smell of that lycan woman he met only days ago. Earthy, primal … compelling. He kept telling himself that such infatuations were a waste of his precious time but his guts refused to believe him.
Shaking such rumination from his mind, Julian strode into a dim room dominated by a long mahogany table. Currently it was empty save for the leather strap Hector always carried with him. Attached to the strap was a band of gold with stylized images of great eagles in flight. It was a beautiful piece of jewelery and Hector had understandably commissioned several more for his aquilan lieutenants. It was exciting to be part of a rising wave, a community alive after centuries of neglect and silence.
Julian sat opposite the burly bear of a man, his heart beating just a little more rapidly. Hector was placid enough, very considered in his words, but there was something about him that made Julian’s blood run cold. A ruthlessness, perhaps, a hint of something bleak just under that calm surface.
“How was the flight?” Hector rumbled in a deep baritone. Stirling entered and placed two cups of steaming pear tea on the table. Julian sipped gratefully before speaking, appreciating the chance to warm up.
“No problem,” he said at length. “I was at the ocean tunnel this morning.”
“Ah, yes,” Hector said slowly, scratching his bushy brown beard. He often reminded Julian of some viking or perhaps the Greek God Zeus. “Tell me about our friends.”
Julian shrugged, laying his palms on the table. “Lycans are extremely well organized,” he began. “Discreet. They come and go like shadows. Nothing unnecessary. Though that Jack Foley is quite active at night.”
“Well, well,” Hector chuckled. “Hardly surprising from what I’ve heard.”
“It’s not quite what it seems,” Julian said. “He’s pining for the Silver girl.”
“Yes,” Hector mused, tugging on his beard. “The one that disappeared off the grid in Europe.�
�� Hector slammed his fist to the table. It wasn’t really hot with anger, but it startled Julian nonetheless.
“We have eyes across North America now,” he said, back in calm mode. “But our surveillance in Europe is pitiful. When the time comes I might get you to set up operations there.”
Julian merely nodded, but felt quite chuffed to be considered for such a role. His new career with the aquilans was working out just fine it seemed.
“And what of lycan operations?” Hector asked.
“Consolidation,” Julian said, anticipating the question. “They’re admirably careful. They’ve lost several operatives to the wight scourge underneath New York and can’t afford to lose any more personnel.”
Hector nodded, deep in thought. He picked up his leather strap and idly flicked it against his wrist.
“They’re in a tricky place, those lycans,” he pondered. With a shrewd gleam in his eye he looked at Julian. “Refusing our assistance might not be in their best interests.”
Julian bowed his head. Bad news was never easy to deliver. “They’re holding firm, Hector. I suspect they’d rather die than give up their dark tissue.”
Hector’s eyes flashed, but it was true enough. Julian had been watching the lycans for weeks and seen nothing to change his mind. Further negotiation was pointless. The aquila would have to find another way of obtaining some of the priceless substance. A substance that turned standard Flux species into gloriously immortal ones.
Julian’s overriding mission, indeed that of the entire Aquilan Council, was to procure enough dark matter to ensure the continued survival of the aquilan race even after the Flux Age was over. The importance and value of such a prize was obvious. A part of Julian, the businessman in him, understood why the lycans monopolized the substance and saw themselves as humanity’s loyal protector. The aquilan in him saw the hoarding as pure, malicious greed. Something to be reversed at the first available opportunity. He had nothing against lycans as such - he found them to be essentially good and noble in their approach to life. They also took their responsibilities very, very seriously. But to allow other Flux races to die out for lack of dark tissue was a very grave issue indeed. It was said that countless creatures died at the end of the last Flux period, the Dark Ages. The Aquilan Council was determined that the eagle race, at least, would not succumb to the same fate this time round.
“We need to discuss ‘other’ strategies,” Hector said in a flat tone.
“I agree,” Julian said, taking a deep breath. “I think we should involve ourselves in their current short term objectives. Let them see how helpful we can be. Build their trust.”
The elder aquilan leaned back in his chesterfield and considered Julian’s earnest proposal. “Build the relationship,” he mused. “Earn their respect, their loyalty, the organic way.”
Hector leveled a stern gaze in Julian’s direction. “And how long do you think such a policy would take to bear fruit?”
Julian swallowed nervously. That was a tricky one.
“Well, Flux Ages tend to last more than one century,” Julian noted. “From that perspective we have plenty of time.”
Hector nodded as if he expected such logic. “It’s easy to see that from where we sit right now. But you haven’t considered how chaotic things may become. How many races will rise this time? Each one craving power and demanding allegiance from the rest of us? Human society as we know it stands to be torn asunder. No. The time to strike is now. We need to secure our rightful share of dark tissue before we are threatened by our enemies.”
Julian bowed a second time. “I understand, Elder,” he said respectfully. “My plan was to assist the lycans in their battle with the underground wights, but I can see that may not serve our grand purpose.”
Hector grinned at his charge, and Julian felt a wave of elation. “On the contrary, my friend, that is an excellent notion. You will go and ensure the lycans are able to remove the scourge from their beloved city streets. Help them any way you can. Tell the Mother it is a gesture of good will.”
That shrewd look had crept back into Hector’s eyes. Julian didn’t know what to make of it. He shoved it from his mind - the finer details of politics and diplomacy he was happy to leave to his superiors.
“The mayor has publicly called upon the lycans for the first time,” Julian said. “Breaking the vow of secrecy between them. They must be desperate for someone to succeed. These humans don’t even know that seven lycans are currently being held under their city by the wights.”
Hector laughed out loud, not exactly an inspiring sound. “Go,” he breathed, playing with his leather band again. “Go and deal with these wights. I want you to impress the lycans. Especially the redhead.”
Julian glanced up at his superior sharply. What did he know about Florence? He wasn’t even sure about his own thoughts on the attractive lycan.
“It’s what you’ve said about her,” Hector said merrily. “Or rather, what you haven’t said. I can tell you fancy the girl.”
Julian felt his face turn red. He had to remind himself he was a successful CEO of a multi-national company, not some giddy schoolboy called to the headmaster’s office.
“It’s quite alright,” Hector said, his eyes smiling. “The Council agrees that this Florence Underwood could well prove to be a useful means of making peace.”
Julian stood, wanting to leave as quickly as possible. He wasn’t exactly comfortable with Hector’s cavalier approach to the lycans.
As Julian prowled down the western corridor he was overcome with a feeling of renewed purpose. Despite the troubling nature of his meeting with Hector, he was glad that he now had a chance of seeing Florence again. Better still, he now had permission to actively protect her from the wight nest under New York. In some ways he could ignore all the politics swirling around him and just focus on the girl that had somehow managed to work herself into his mind. He pictured himself standing heroically over the plasma of defeated wights as Florence approached him through some dark tunnel. It was a nice image and one that distracted him so much he didn’t notice Jasmine standing by the edge of the landing platform overlooking the woodland. She turned and smiled.
“You know, it isn’t easy staying here,” she said slowly. Julian looked at her closely and saw her eyes were a lot sadder than the rest of her face. She was certainly attractive in many ways, but the truth was that something about her gave Julian the creeps. Sometimes she got a remote, other-worldly look in her eye and Julian knew she was seeing things he couldn’t. Sometimes she seemed to exist on another plane entirely, becoming frightened when there was no one around or laughing when there was no reason to. Julian had no doubt as to her worth to the aquilan High Council - he didn’t know much about diviners but it was quite clear that they were exceedingly rare. Hector kept Jasmine here at the Lodge under a careful eye. It was true that she wanted for nothing - Hector knew her worth and paid her handsomely. But there was no chance of her leaving. If she wanted to see her mother or perhaps an old friend then Hector had them flown out to the Lodge. Jasmine was effectively a prisoner, and Julian wasn’t even sure if she believed in the aquilan cause just yet. She was nice enough, sure, but clearly had trouble being confined to this valley, however beautiful.
For his part, Julian never knew how to respond to these comments from the diviner. In the end he simply shrugged. “You’re very important to Hector,” he said quietly. It was his usual answer. It not only reminded her that she was valued, but also that her protector was a very, very powerful aquilan.
In any case she didn’t seem to notice, gliding to Julian with eerie grace. Before he could prepare himself she was standing so close that her breasts were pressed against him. Her body was lithe and athletic, but she had never turned his head. He felt like stepping away but her eyes had locked him down.
“It’s not easy, working exclusively for the aquila,” she purred. “But you put a little sunshine in my day.”
Jasmine’s pale lips were barely inches aw
ay. Julian blinked and struggled to form a reply. By the time he had one or two words she had placed a hand on his inner thigh. Despite his best efforts, he felt a little tremor there.
“I’m glad to be of help,” he said breathlessly. “But right now there’s business to be done.”
Using all his will, Julian stepped back and approached the platform edge. With a rush of excitement he always felt at this moment, he extended his pristine wings. They extended several yards to either side. As far as aquilan wings went, Julian’s were considered works of art. Even Jasmine seemed entranced by them for a moment.
“Now there’s a reason for me to believe in you creatures,” she said in awe.
“Just don’t forget it,” Julian said, launching himself from the platform. He hadn’t meant to sound so harsh but Jasmine’s attentions were becoming a problem.
Building speed through the trees, Julian tried to focus on the task at hand. The first few minutes after an aquilan launched always demanded high concentration. There were always low branches and other things to watch out for. Some of his comrades had already received serious concussion from lapses in concentration. Julian had always taken to the air like he was born to it but it was true that all aquilans needed to “rediscover” the skills that were dormant in their genes. Skills that hadn’t been seen on Earth for hundreds of years.
Julian carefully gained altitude in the traditional, patient aquilan way, resisting the urge to break into a steep upward climb. The winds could be tricky in the valley and today was no exception. Once Julian was high above the Rocky Mountains he settled into a slow grind to the east, back to New York. The prevailing wind was still onshore and it was hard work tacking his way against it. Despite the slow speed it was still early in the day and Julian would have plenty of time to begin his explorations of the tunnels under New York. He had a fair idea where to find the wights that were causing New Yorkers so much trouble. Aquilans weren’t well suited to confined spaces - in fact, tunnels and caves were probably their biggest weakness. The species typically needed space in which to spread their wings and use their speed. Out in the open aquilans were almost unstoppable. Julian would need his wits about him if he was going to venture underground. He consoled himself that Florence would soon be joining him down there. It would be a matter of pure survival, nothing more, but he found himself relishing her company nonetheless. It was a such a curious notion, being interested in a lycan. But then again, perhaps it wasn’t so curious after all. Julian had only awoken the aquilan within him recently - less than six months ago in fact. It hadn’t taken much time to consider other creatures - lycans, wights and even diviners - as foreign and alien. Hell, six months ago he might have been chatting Florence up in some bar!
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