Frost Security: The Complete 5 Books Series

by Glenna Sinclair

  If I hadn’t stopped, I wouldn’t have been caught.

  But how could I not, when my mate was already standing in front of me, his entire body healed? Instead of broken and bloody, he was covered in coarse fur, his muscles rippling, his knees bent backwards like a wolf’s. How could I not stop when I saw the hybrid for the first time in real life, a solid slab of muscle and bone and rage, nearly as tall as the giant that was holding me by my dark red tresses?

  Peter roared, his voice louder, more terrifying, more sonorous than the German giant’s.

  My arm hair stood on end at the sound of his voice, and I nearly cheered through the pain, even as Klaus tightened his grip on me.

  “What is this?” Klaus asked, obvious amusement in his voice. “A true challenge?” He threw me aside, clearly feeling I wasn’t worth his time any longer.

  I tumbled onto the floor, the world spinning in my vision as I rolled over and over until I stopped at the wall. I glanced up and crawled to my feet.

  Peter went at him like a wild beast, leaping claws and teeth first.

  Klaus batted him away, sending him flying against the wall with more force than he’d already shown. Much more force. Clearly, he’d been containing himself earlier while fighting us, not wanting to ruin his fun too early.

  My mate slammed into the wall, a spider web of cracks forming where he impacted. He fell to the floor, shook his giant wolf head, and leaped right back at Klaus with his teeth bared, his claws like razors on the tips of his human-like hands.

  Klaus dodged two swipes of the claws and moved back with surprising grace. The third caught him across the arm, though, and tore a triplet streak of crimson across his flesh.

  Peter struck again, this time at the belly.

  Klaus kneed him hard in the jaw, sending his head snapping back with a yelp and a yowl. “Bad doggy!” Klaus roared, bringing down an elbow on top of his head.

  My mate climbed back to his furry feet, his tail sticking out straight behind him as he glared at the German giant.

  “Come now, Herr Frost,” Klaus said, beckoning him with a crooked finger. “We’re just getting started.”

  And then, in the back of my mind, I heard Ivana whisper to me. “Now. Now is your time. Help him.”

  Chapter Fifty-one – The Hunters

  “Very interesting,” Mr. Finney admitted, gun raised. “I knew he’d gone missing for a while some decades back, but I never knew he’d left a little bit of a life behind. Very interesting, indeed. Anything else I may find of interest?”

  Still frowning, Gen shook her head. “No, that’s it. That’s all of it. If there’s any reason why I might mean anything to him, that’s it. That’s the only reason.”

  Finney lowered his gun and tapped the barrel against his open palm.

  “Are you sure?”

  She nodded her head.

  Finney shrugged. “Guess I have no need for you otherwise, then.”

  “What?” the shifter bellowed and tried to climb to his feet. “She told you what you wanted!”

  “Why should I let her live?” Finney asked, the gun not shifting. “Or this little piece of afterbirth here? Why? What purpose would they serve me?”

  “Hey!” Lacy shouted. “I’m not a piece of afterbirth!”

  Finney just rolled his eyes and went to raise his pistol. “Goodbye. Enjoy eternity.”

  A gunshot rang loudly, louder than he’d ever heard before. The sound seemed to ricochet off the wall in front of him and amplify back ten times as a burning heat began in the back of his head.

  He looked down at his gun, confused for a moment. He hadn’t pulled the trigger yet, had he? He looked at it again, like it had somehow been the architect of his betrayal.

  “That’s enough, Mr. Finney,” said a cultured, French accented voice behind him.

  Finney stumbled forward a little, his whole body suddenly light, his head like a balloon full of hot air. So much so that it might just float off his shoulders and enter the stratosphere far, far above. He turned to look for the source of the voice, to find his murderer.

  The immortal man who had once called himself Jasper Davis stood there behind him, the muzzle of his revolver still smoking. “I believe your time here is finished.”

  “Silver?” Mr. Finney asked simply. One word.

  His superior nodded. “Yes. Silver.”

  The Brit swallowed hard. Part of his mind was amazed he was still standing, still breathing. Ageless though he was, even his kind couldn’t handle a silver bullet to the back of the head. Idly, distantly, he realized that meant his time here was limited. Just as limited as any human being’s.

  “Why?” he asked, his mouth dry. He swallowed reflexively, and it was like swallowing glass with his scratchy throat. “Why, sir?”

  “You’re a cancer, Finney. All of us are. A cancer on this world, on the human race. And I mean to cut us all out.”

  And then the world went black as Finney seemed to crumble in on himself, his body finally giving out for the first time in close to a hundred and twenty years. Twelve decades of terror, torture, and horror snuffed out by a silver bullet.

  Chapter Fifty-two – Peter

  It was like my body was being controlled strictly on instinct, fight or flight kicked into overdrive. All I could think was to protect Vanessa, to defend my mate and my territory. And I fought like the wolf I was. I fought like a wild animal.

  My teeth sunk into the giant’s flesh, my claws dug into his arms and thighs. Still, he twisted around behind me, wrapping his forearm around my throat.

  I writhed against him, trying to free myself. I bit down hard on his arm, down to the bone.

  He didn’t let go, just tightened his pressure on my throat.

  Thwarted, I howled bloody murder as I struggled against him.

  He dug a knee into my back, bending my spine as he lifted me up into the air.

  Oxygen flow to my brain began to slow and nearly cease. The world darkened around the edges, and the shadows began to creep in on all sides. And then, just as the world slowly started to fade, I felt her presence wash over me like a cool glass of ice water on a hot summer day.

  Some part of her began to fill me. From the center of my being, I felt her slip into my existence like a hand fits into a glove. Stretching, extending, becoming a part of me.

  “Use the man inside you,” Vanessa whispered. “You’re a warrior, not just a wolf. Use your training and fight like a soldier!”

  It was like a switch had flipped inside me somehow. Like she changed my perception, and every part of me that the hybrid form had pushed aside, all my memory, the sum of my existence, came snapping back into view. Like a rubber band stretched to its limit, and having all tension released.

  I might have been a shifter and part wolf.

  But I was a soldier, too. And my mate needed all of me, not just my animal instincts.

  I reached up and grabbed the elbow of the arm across my throat. I twisted to the side and stepped back quickly, just like I’d been taught all those years ago in advanced training, and pulled my head from the lock and twisted his arm up beneath his back as I stomped a wolf leg down on the outside of his knee.

  The giant’s voice cracked as he screamed in agony.

  I pulled his arm up, wrenching it from its socket.

  He twisted in my grip like a giant eel, trying to get loose.

  I tore at his face with my claws, pummeling him hard.

  He fended me off desperately, his body straining as he tried to get free from me.

  Finally, though, my claws found his throat. I tore across it, and his life blood began to flow like water.

  He thrashed against me and fell to the floor.

  Ice water running through my veins, I positioned myself over him. I grabbed hold of his giant head.

  I pulled up. His whole body seemed to crack and snap apart.

  And then it was over. He ceased struggling.

  I smelled the air then, smelled the other man. I looked up and sa
w Gen, Lacy, and Frank looking at me from the back of the room. Beside them stood a man I didn’t recognize at first glance. At first smell, though, I realized he was just like them. Just like the giant and Mr. Finney.

  I bared my teeth and growled low in my throat.

  Who was this man? And why was he with my pack, my friends?

  “Peter?” Gen asked. “Is that…is that you?” She was right next to the tall black man. They stood there like they were old friends.

  “Peter?” Vanessa whispered from beside me, her sure and steady hand reaching out to stroke my fur. “We’re done here, I think. You can change back now. It’ll be okay, I promise.”

  I glanced over at her and whimpered a little. Deep down, I knew she was right. No matter how much I wanted to continue the fight, it was over.

  We’d…we’d won. Hadn’t we?

  Chapter Fifty-three – Vanessa

  “So what are you proposing?” I asked Jasper Davis as we sat in the conference room at the office of Frost Security the next day. “Some kind of alliance?”

  “Alliance?” He shrugged. “I wouldn’t necessarily call it that. I won’t expect you to come to my aid, nor will I come to yours. But I think we can all agree the Council has gone too far for too long. We need to end this. All of this.”

  I turned to my mate. My fellow alpha.

  Peter just looked unflinchingly through narrowed eyes at Jasper Davis. We all knew it wasn’t really his name, but it helped to have something to call him. I knew he didn’t trust this immortal, not any more than he could trust any informant or ally of convenience. But he had saved three of our friends and killed that hateful British prick.

  “I can’t decide one way or another right now,” Peter said honestly. “We’re still rebuilding here, putting all our pieces back together.”

  “I understand,” Jasper replied. He reached into his coat and withdrew a business card, and passed it over to us. “If you change your mind, you can reach me at the phone number. I check it frequently, and will get back in touch with you.”

  Peter took the card with a nod. He looked over at me.

  “If there’s nothing else,” Jasper continued as he went to rise, “I need to get going. I have quite the story to spin about you six and your pack if I want to keep the Council in the dark about what happened here.”

  “We understand,” Peter said as he and I both rose. “Of course.”

  Jasper let himself out of the conference room and headed back to the receptionist area. Gen wasn’t there to see him out. After the events of the night before, Peter had given her some well-deserved time off.

  “What do you think?” my mate asked as soon as Jasper was gone.

  “About taking him up on his offer?” I asked, sitting back on the edge of the conference table.

  “What else?”

  “Well, I’m as dubious as you are. But what other leads do we have? I mean, we want to take the organization out entirely, don’t we?”

  He leaned back against the door and crossed his arms as he nodded. “Without a doubt.”

  I got up and crossed the short distance to him. I put my arms over his shoulders and slipped them around the back of his neck. “Then I say afterwards, we work with him…”

  “Afterwards?” he asked, smiling as he looked down into my eyes, his arms enveloping me in a warm embrace that crushed me against his body.

  “After we take some time off,” I replied, going up on my tiptoes to kiss him.

  And, as we held each other there in the conference room of Frost Security, I realized how much I’d missed our years apart.

  But not anymore.

  We were finally together again. True mates. For life.

  ~ END ~

  Thank you for reading Frost Security! Love you all ~ Glenna

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