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Authors: Nicky Charles

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For the Good of All (Law of the Lycans Book 7)

For the Good of All
 
 
Nicky Charles
 

 

 

PUBLISHED BY:

Nicky Charles on Smashwords

 

 

For the Good of All

Copyright © 2015 Nicky Charles

 

 

 

All Rights Reserved. This book may not be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission from the author, except for brief quotations embodied in reviews. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. All characters and storylines are the property of the author and your support and respect is appreciated.

 

 

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

 

This book contains mature content and is intended for mature readers.

 

Edited by Jan Gordon

Line edits by Jennifer Moody, MoodyEdits.com

Cover Design by Jessica Stelluto

Cover Images used under license from Shutterstock.com

Paw print and wolf’s head logo Copyright © Doron Goldstein, Designer

 

 

Table of Contents

 

 

Acknowledgements

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Epilogue

A Message from Nicky Charles

 

 

Acknowledgements

Many thanks to everyone who helped me with my research and/or promoted this book:

All of my street team members

Cheryl P and Jim

Jan, Eric, Doron and Rafi

Ermintrude

Jennifer M

Jennifer M and Scott

Kalia and Carmen

Lora C

Susan W and John

(and anyone else who I might have forgotten to mention!)

 

 

This book is dedicated to

CARMEN AND KALIA

 

This amazing team has worked tirelessly to promote this series, as well as supporting me with their great ideas and, more importantly, their friendship.

You ladies are truly wonderful and I love you both!

 

- Nicky

 

Prologue

 

Sand chafed his skin, the fine granules having infiltrated his clothing, his shoes, his hair. He squinted his eyes, using his lashes to help screen out the grit. If he hadn’t been so parched, he would’ve been tempted to spit the stuff from his mouth but, since he didn’t know when he’d get his next drink, he dared not waste even those few precious drops.

The breeze created by the rapidly dropping night temperature ruffled his hair and cooled his skin. He didn’t mind the change. His Lycan metabolism kept him warm enough. Those behind him weren’t as lucky. He could sense them trying to control their shivers, but they’d endured worse hardships. Survival meant sucking it up, as they’d all learned over the past five years. At this moment, any noise, any movement, could reveal their position. They were the hunted and they all knew the deadly consequences discovery could bring.

Already more than half their number had been lost. Murdered in cold blood by their captors. He’d been helpless to stop it, held in place by the invisible chains of ancient laws. Not that he hadn’t been tempted, but revealing himself as a Lycan wouldn’t have saved them. Even with his superior speed and strength, he couldn’t have fought off so many. For the good of all, he’d held back even though it had felt like acid burning his soul to do so.

Something tugged at his pant leg and he turned to look at the woman crouched behind him. Adisa’s question was evident in her eyes.

“Is it safe to move yet, Elijah?”

He shook his head and her shoulders drooped. It was the only sign she gave of her disappointment. The woman was painfully thin; her face drawn from malnutrition and stress. There was an inner strength to her, though; a wisdom from a life lived long and full. Even so, knowing freedom was so close had to make patience difficult.

Against his will he moved his hand and gave her fingers a reassuring squeeze. Her lips curved knowingly and she returned the pressure before breaking the connection. She turned and with a look communicated the need to wait to the group behind her. There were no murmurs of protest. They’d come to accept his leadership, recognizing he was their only hope.

He’d done his best to save them, to shield them over the weeks and months that had eventually turned into years. Some might say the fact any still survived after such an extended period was a testament to his skills. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. At this point he was too dead inside to even care. Every bit of humanity had been walled up, locked away. Emotion was weakness – he’d learned that lesson fast enough.

In the beginning, each death had cut deeply, driving home the fact that he was failing his mission.

“A sense of failure can lead to a dull acceptance of fate.” Adisa had told him as he’d stood, head bowed, in a corner. The previous day, three of their group had been executed for walking too slowly and he’d blamed himself for not being able to prevent it.

Adisa had placed a comforting hand on his shoulder while her softly accented tones had wrapped around him, somehow providing a modicum of comfort. “Don’t fall into the trap they are laying out before you, Elijah Stone. It is what the enemy is hoping for. If your spirit is broken they will have won.”

She was a wise woman and he’d nodded, recognizing the truth of her words. And so, each time, he’d hardened his heart and strengthened his resolve to somehow find a way to save the others. He’d plotted continually over the long monotonous days trapped in rooms so small and crowded there had been barely room to squat. During the endless marches when they’d been moved to new camps he’d constantly looked for a means of escape. And when his first and second and even his third attempt had failed, he hadn’t given up. Each blow that had been delivered as punishment for his efforts had spurred him onward, had taught him he needed to be smarter, more cunning, more ruthless than his captors if he and his group were ever to survive.

This time...this time he knew his plan would work. The extremists had been plotting their latest raid for weeks. It was to be on a larger settlement and they’d decided they needed more manpower than usual to ensure success. For once only half a dozen guards would be left behind. His quietness over the past month had led them to believe he’d finally given up and was no longer a threat. Knowing this would likely be the best opportunity he’d ever have, he’d even begun refusing food, keeping his expression dull, his eyes downcast. The bastards had believed his act.

Once the party of raiders had left the camp, he’d acted swiftly, without conscience, breaking the necks of two guards then setting the beast inside him free to deal with the others. Risky, but there’d be no witnesses left to tell the tale of the man turned animal. When he’d finished, blood had stained the ground, stained his hands. If he’d had a heart, he might have felt some regret for the carnage around him, but his heart had died long ago.

Now they crept through the desert night, huddling in shadows as he tested the air, searching for signs of patrols. It was miles to the border, miles to freedom. Their escape would have been discovered by now. The perfect combination of speed and stealth was needed if he was to lead his group out of this hellhole.

The sound of a distant car engine had him jerking to attention. He looked about, blinking as the shadowy forms of trees and lush gardens replaced the barren images of sand dunes his memory had conjured.

Damned flashbacks.

He wasn’t in the Middle East. He was a continent away, no longer in charge of saving a group of Fae who’d been caught up in a tribal conflict. That had been months ago. They were safe now. Mostly.

Now he was trying to pick up the pieces of what remained of his old life. There wasn’t much, just some nasty loose ends, one of which he hoped to deal with tonight.

With a shaking hand, he wiped the sweat from his brow and breathed deeply trying to calm the churning of his stomach. A quick glance at his watch told him he’d waited long enough. The building had been dark for ages. Almost everyone had left. It was time for him to move.

Shifting into his wolf form, he slipped out of the shadows and padded across the wide expanse of the lawn. Security beams criss-crossed the area but he evaded them with practised ease. How often in his youth had he done just that, escaping into the night to find solace in the quiet of the woods that surrounded the homestead? Of course, when he’d eventually been caught there’d been consequences but that was how life worked. Every action had a reaction; some were just worse than others.

The walls of the impressive white brick building were before him now. A mansion by anyone’s standards. Once he’d called it home, though he’d never felt comfortable in the place. Now... He shook his head. His stay here would be short, just long enough to right the wrongs perpetrated from within.

Returning to human form, he scaled the back wall, his fingers and toes finding the footholds and crevices he’d used so often. Upon reaching the balcony, he swung his legs over the railing and then made his way across the tiled surface.

The handle of the French glass door slowly turned under his guidance, moonlight glinting off its polished bronze surface. He twisted it left, then right then left again before stilling. A quick glance revealed no security alarm. His lips twisted in a grim mockery of a smile. Moments later, his Lycan hearing registered the barely perceptible clicks as he picked the lock. Palming the handle, he tried the door again. This time it turned successfully.

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