by S. E. Meyer
“Yes. It wasn't easy, but after many days of torture I received confirmation from Frank Anderson. The cure runs through the girl's veins.”
Cornelius rubbed his bloody hand on his pant leg. “She's the only one who can destroy my life's work. We must kill her.”
“There's something else, sir.”
“Yes?”
“We received a hit on facial rec last night. It was blurry and from a long distance, but it's been confirmed. Anna Wool got out.”
Cornelius raised an eyebrow. “Send out the drones.”
END OF BOOK 2
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Coming Fall Of 2019
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BONUS CHAPTER
ANNA WOOL BOOK 3 Wolves At The Wall Prologue
Spring breezes pawed at newborn grass along the banks of the Nebisquash river as a young Native American boy peered out from behind a thicket of stunted spruce trees. Shadows played across the boy's fear stricken face, shadows beneath a cloudless sky. Rather than watch the thick column of smoke curl above the treeline to the east, his attention was trained on a man. A man dragging a Native woman towards the river. The boy covered his ears to mute her cries. Rocking back and forth he watched the hellish scene through the red-orange glow of smoke filtered sunlight.
The woman's name was Moon, and the man had the sickness. He could tell by the froth dripping from the man's lips. The unmistakable redness of his eyes and paleness of his blotchy skin confirmed the boy's diagnosis. He had seen it before. The sick wandering onto the reservation in search of food and other basic primal needs. Higher reasoning limited, it reduced the sick ones to Awesiinh. That's what they called them. Although everyone on the reservation spoke English many still used the old language. Awesiinh was their word for a wild animal and, although cunning, a wild animal is what they became.
Most days the men would take care of such an intruder. Today was not most days. They were overrun with Awesiinh since the last of the walls were completed and over the last several weeks they saw the sickness within their own reservation. The boy watched the Awesiinh burn their homes, kill the men and children while having their way with the women. Women not unlike Moon.
Moon's screams pierced the air, shrieking with the intensity of a red fox. Dropping her near the bank, the man tore at her clothes as Moon slapped his hands and face. She cried out, her pulse throbbing beneath sweat matted hair. The man punched her in the nose, momentarily ceasing her defense.
“Shut up. No one is coming to help you,” The man said, freeing Moon of her pants and mounting the woman as she clawed at his chest. Writhing beneath her attacker, blood ran from her nose and into her mouth, turning the color of her gnashing teeth to dark terracotta.
Pressing against her most delicate places the man unbuttoned his pants. Moon continued to beat on his chest with white knuckle fists as the grass licked her mocha skin, leaving behind streaks of dew.
She dug into the soft soil with a bare heel, kicking free, but the man grabbed her by the ankles and slid her back towards him before tearing at her underwear.
The boy suddenly ran from the trees and jumped onto the back of the woman’s attacker, clawing at his eyes. “Leave my mom alone!” he cried.
The man rolled over onto his back, crushing the wind from the boy's lungs. Standing up, the man grabbed the boy by the hair. Setting him on his feet he reached back, preparing a blow to the child’s head. The young boy was too quick and kicked the man in his groin, turning the raised cobra to a dangling grass snake as the man bent over, grimacing.
“You‘ll pay for that!” the man roared, grabbing the boy around the throat.
“Run!” Moon screamed. “Run Atticus. Run to the woods and never look back!”
Atticus clawed at the thick fingers squeezing his small windpipe.
“No,” Moon cried, struggling to her feet. “Leave my son alone!”
The man fought Atticus's mother with one hand, still holding her son off the ground with the other. “Lie down and take what I have for you.” he demanded. “Or I'll kill him.”
Moon took a ragged breath. “You'll kill us both anyway.”
“I'll let one of you live. You decide who.”
Moon dropped her shoulders. “Let him go and I'll do whatever you want. Please stop,” she urged, grabbing the man's wrist as Atticus's pale cheek dropped to his shoulder.
The man laughed, dropping Atticus to the ground. Moon dropped beside the boy, checking for signs of life. “Atticus!,” she wailed. “Atticus, wake up.” She slid a finger across his brow, brushing the long black hair from his blue lips. “Breathe Atticus!” Placing an ear to the boy‘s mouth, Moon listened for a breath. “Come on Atticus,” she urged, pink tears dripping from her blood clotted nose.
Placing her lips on her son's while plugging his nose she breathed into his lungs.
“Come on!” Moon slapped the ground. “You can't die out here. My only son.” She placed her ear to Atticus's lips. “My sweet boy.”
Atticus coughed.
Moon's eyes widened as she rolled him onto his side. “Oh, thank God.” she whispered.
“Hurry up!” the man urged.
Moon helped her son to his feet before turning towards the man. She stared into his bloodshot eyes. “Wait here, I will be right back.”
“I'll be ready for you,” he replied, grinning.
Moon led Atticus to the edge of the clearing, facing him towards the woods. Kneeling in front of him wearing only her shirt and underwear, she kissed his cheek. “Atticus. Listen, this is important.” She stared into his green eyes. “Run. Run as far away from here as you can. You can't look back. You can't stay here. You just have to run.”
“Mom, why can‘t you come with me?” he asked, tears welling his eyelids.
“There's something mommy has to do first. But you can't wait for me. You have to run, without stopping. Run as long as you can and get as far away as you can. Do you understand?”
The boy nodded his head.
Moon stood up and got behind Atticus. “Okay, when I say go, you will run straight ahead. Don't stop running and don't look back. Ready?”
“Okay, but you're coming too right?”
“In a while, honey. I'm giving you a head start. I'll catch up, just don't stop running.”
“Ready. Set. Go!” Moon said, pushing her son forward with her hand between his shoulder blades. “Run Atticus!” she yelled after him. “Run until you can't run anymore.”
Moon turned and took a step back towards the man in the clearing. With clenched jaw she planted each bare foot in front of the other, forcing her legs to move. One struggled step at a time. Heart pounding in her chest she stared at the wild animal waiting for her, readying himself.
Disgusting.
Laying in the grass she stared at the red disk in the sky. She lost herself in its perfect, round shape, thinking only of her son. Thinking of his small frame. Losing herself in the memories of her son's childhood. Taking herself away from where she was and what the Awesiinh was doing to her.
At least Atticus will be okay. My boy will survive.
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