Table of Contents
Copyright
Title
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Thank You
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Author Bio
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents depicted in this work are of the author’s imagination or have been used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locations, or events is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © 2017 Madison Stevens
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Quintus (Luna Lodge: Hunters of Atlas #7)
by
Madison Stevens
Eagle Ridge was supposed to be a safe haven for the hybrids, but now it’s turning into a Glycon-infested hell.
The presence of the horrible mutants is bad enough, but then a human witnesses an attack. Now the hybrids are at risk of being exposed to the outside world and the ruthless Horatius Group.
Allison’s proud to be mayor of Eagle Ridge and takes her job seriously. She’s very concerned about protecting the citizens of her town, especially with all the violent attacks that have been occurring. Though she’s convinced a wild animal is involved, she also can’t deny having seen a strange monster.
Hybrid Quintus is still finding his place among the hybrids, but is comfortable serving as a spy. When he’s sent to find out how much Allison might have seen, he’s surprised to find that she may be his fated mate.
Despite the raging attraction between the two, the shocking truth behind why so many Glycons are in the area may cost them their lives before they can even worry about a future relationship.
Chapter One
Red glowing eyes stared at Allison from the darkness of the forest. A cold chill swept over her, and she struggled for breath the longer she stared at the monstrosity now confronting her.
The creature was unlike anything Allison had ever seen before. Its flesh hung loosely from its massive form, and although it had some human features, there was actually nothing human about what she was seeing, with its clawed hands and glowing eyes.
Everything about the monster was eerie and unsettling, as if the unearthly form had stepped out of some horror movie.
A high-pitched scream erupted from the creature’s mouth, and it echoed so loudly she was sure her ears might split from the sound. She covered them to muffle the sound and crouched on the ground, not really sure why she was there or what was really going on.
Something didn’t seem right, something more than just the monster making her heart pound. She couldn’t remember why she was even in the forest, or where she’d last been.
The longer Allison stared at the creature, the more she sensed her impending doom. She was certain the creature was going to kill her.
As if it heard her inner most thoughts, it locked its blood red eyes on her. She felt her heart stop as it did so. It took a few steps forward, its clawed feet crunching against the thin layer of snow on the forest floor.
Another piercing scream tore out of the creature into the cold night air. It charged right at her, loping with a speed she’d never seen outside of a movie.
At another time, when her life wasn’t on the line, she might have been fascinated by how it moved, both its speed and gait. At that moment, though, all she could do was tremble.
Allison couldn’t run. She knew there was no way to escape. The only choice was to wait for death.
For a moment, she thought the creature had screamed again until she realized it was her own voice. Her scream echoed in the night.
The creature loomed over as she cowered on the ground.
“Please,” Allison whispered.
The creature let out another deafening scream before swinging its massive hand.
Allison woke up in a cold sweat. The blankets around her were covered with the sticky heat from her body. The covers were half-off the bed, her top sheet loose, as if she had been struggling to get away.
She threw an arm over her head and let out a long sigh. The nightmares were getting worse.
Allison took several deep breaths, trying to make her heart stop racing, but her mind kept replaying the same scene over and over, with that horrible creature and its piercing screams.
For nearly a week now, she had been having these nightmares. They were obviously fueled by whatever it was that she had seen one strange evening outside her place, the night she’d watched a creature chase a man with glowing blue eyes as he held a woman in his arms.
First, Allison had tried to figure out some easy explanation for what she’d seen. That was hard, considering she hadn’t been tired, drunk, or otherwise messed up.
Then, she tried to pass it off as a hallucination, but that didn’t feel right. She was no expert, but what she witnessed was so specific, the details still burned into her mind.
The truth was, no matter how many times Allison tried to process what she had seen, there just never seemed to be the right word to describe the experience. Well, other than crazy.
But she wasn’t crazy. She knew it. Other than her nightmares, she hadn’t seen anything else. A hallucination should have been followed by more.
She groaned. And yet there was no way to explain the creature without sounding crazy.
What was she going to tell people? Some sort of evil Sasquatch was hunting people down in Eagle Ridge?
Allison hadn’t told a soul about the event. Her sister, Grace, had the grocery store to run. She also hadn’t told Celine, her secretary. No matter how friendly they were, it just wasn’t right.
There was no way to tell anyone that wouldn’t result in people getting her booted from her position as mayor and then locked up.
Allison frowned into the darkness. There was one explanation, one thing that had changed in Eagle Ridge that might explain why something strange was now going on.
It was that group who had moved in near the town. Most claimed to be family, even though a lot of them didn’t look related from what she could see, and most of them seemed huge. She knew it had to be them.
They were strange people who stayed mostly by themselves and always seemed to keep themselves slightly away from society. Probably some sort of crazy survivalists.
Though being crazy survivalists didn’t easily explain what she’d seen. She let out a dark chuckle. Maybe they’d come to hunt evil Sasquatches.
She didn’t trust that group. Same as she didn’t trust the crazy Azilian cult just down the road.
Though, when she thought about it, she realized she distrusted the Azilians more. There was something about people who tried really hard to be nothing but rainbows and sunshine out in the public.
Something about that just rubbed her the wrong way. Like there must be something really big to hide if they were acting that way.
Allison placed her head in her hands and sighed loudly. How on Earth their small little town e
nded up with two different crazy groups was beyond her.
This hadn’t been what she signed up for when she’d won the election. Allison knew that it wasn’t going to be all fun and games when she got elected, but she didn’t expect to have to deal with monsters.
The election had been hard. Her parents hadn’t exactly been the most popular people in the area. As the owner of the only real grocery store for miles, they had a monopoly on certain goods and had no trouble taking advantage of that with more than the occasional bit of price gouging.
She could still remember being in school and listening to everyone talk about her parents and knowing that those angry people weren’t wrong to be angry. She’d always felt what her parents did was wrong and always argued against it.
When they had died in a car accident, it hurt to know that so many people in town were relieved by their deaths.
Despite all that, her sister Grace ended up being a better person to run the store. She ran the place fairly and kept her profits mostly moderate.
Over time, Allison and her sister had been able to create their own reputations separate from that of their parents. Most people knew that Allison and Grace were people who loved and cared about Eagle Ridge and its people.
Earning the position of mayor had just been the culmination of all that. Although some still thought Allison wasn’t the right person for the job, especially with her self-appointed keeper, Doris, making sure she didn’t step out of line and always looking for a way to undermine her.
The creature she’d seen was a whole new ballgame. How the hell could she keep her people safe if she didn’t even know what she was keeping them safe from and couldn’t even tell them about it?
Allison laid her head back against the pillow and let out a deep sigh. This was the sort of stress that kept her up at night, the things she knew she needed to change but didn’t exactly know how.
Winning the election for mayor hadn’t been easy. A lot of people in town were still small minded and thought a woman couldn’t do the job. Everyone was watching her, and if she didn’t succeed, they were likely to take this as a sign of something bigger.
As it was, many people were concerned with the large number of animal killings that had been going on. Even though a conservation researcher had been looking into it and thought she had a solution with some sort of fancy-sounding gadget, Allison wasn’t convinced.
There was no way for her to know for certain, but she’d bet the creature from her dream had something to do with it. No conservation researcher would even think something like that was involved. Now she just needed to figure out what the hell the creature was.
Allison had done research on it and combed all sorts of myths on the off chance she would find something.
Nothing. Nothing really. The closest she could come up with was something like a Sasquatch or Bigfoot, but it didn’t look or act like any stories she’d ever heard about the Pacific Northwest’s most famous mystery creature. Then again, it wasn’t exactly like she could say for certain what a Bigfoot would act like.
The real issue was though that the creature didn’t just come from nowhere.
Maybe she was crazy. Maybe she was just overworked, and her crazy brain invented this just to keep her on her toes.
Allison threw back the covers and sat back up.
Her mind was going a mile a minute, and it would just be pointless to stay in bed.
She glanced at the clock beside her bed as she set her feet on the cold floor.
Five AM.
Only another hour before her alarm would’ve gone off anyways. At least she’d been able to get some sleep.
She padded into the living room and hit start on the coffee pot. Allison pulled out her favorite mug and sat down at the table.
Her mind drifted.
Change was on the horizon.
After a moment she shook herself from the dark thoughts that wanted to penetrate her mind. There was no telling what the future would bring, and change was always coming. That was how the world progressed. Dwelling on the things she couldn’t change wouldn’t do anyone any good.
With a new resolution for the day, she stood to grab another cup of coffee before hitting the shower.
Crack!
The sounds echoed through her house as the wood under her right foot shuddered.
Before she’d even had the chance to pull away, the wood splintered, and her foot was falling through. Just before falling forward she grabbed a hold of the table and found herself grateful that she hadn’t tossed out the heavy piece.
Slowly she eased her foot back through the hole so as not to catch on the wood. Once through she gave it a little swirl and found it tender and banged up a bit but not broken.
Allison stared down at the two planks that had given out, blinking. Now she had a hole in her floor. Great. Just great.
If she was a person who believed in signs, she might have thought this was something. But she didn’t.
She made her way to the couch carefully and sighed loudly. Just one more thing on her massive to do list.
Chapter Two
Quintus sat quietly on the outskirts of the room as Rem spoke to Veronica about her sonic fence equipment, several of the other hybrids sitting in chairs and listening. She was still new to their group, being Jace’s bonded, but was already proving to be very useful.
With her special equipment, the hybrids could deter the Glycons, the super-human beasts the Horatius Group used as mindless fighting machines.
Recent events had made a couple of chilling facts clear. First, there were multiple Glycons skulking about the outskirts of Eagle Ridge. Second, those Glycons were likely not under the control of the Horatius Group, which in a way made them even more unpredictable.
Veronica’s machines weren’t going to be enough to drive them away, but the hybrids hoped that they could at least protect the people of the small town by forming a sort of shield that would keep the Glycons out of the town proper. The equipment would even have the nice effect of keeping a few other dangerous wild animals out of town.
Quintus glanced over at Jace as he recounted how a Glycon had reacted to the equipment and repeated some of the details of his recent showdown with the creature.
Jace was positive the mayor had seen the Glycon as it ran through town chasing him. Still, the woman hadn’t mentioned anything about it to anyone as far as the hybrids knew. For a week, they waited for her to talk to someone, and the local news website to mention it.
There was only so much time the hybrids could spend waiting. Their people were in a precarious situation. They had just barely been able to escape the Horatius Group to live in peace as it was. And their move to Eagle Ridge had put them close to the Azilians, who might not be the Group, but were definitely interested in hybrids and Vestals, the mates of hybrids, in a dangerous way.
If the mayor blabbed about what she saw, it’d only be a matter of time before the Group flooded the area with more Glycons, mercenaries, and who knew what else. And that was assuming they didn’t manipulate the government into doing their dirty work, and the Army didn’t show up. Everything the hybrids had worked to achieve would be gone in an instant.
The conversation about the sonic fence had shifted. Vigorous debate had broken out about how to install it. After all, the hybrids and Veronica couldn’t just put up some mysterious equipment without someone noticing.
Being secret about it would only result in it being disabled and more suspicion being cast on the hybrids. They couldn’t just explain they were trying to protect the town from Glycons.
“We should just sell her the product,” Rem said to the hybrids gathered around them.
As leader, Rem had worked hard to prove himself to the hybrids, and most would follow him wherever he led. In truth, without his bravery and sacrifice, they would still be prisoners of the Horatius Group, and most would still be in cryogenic sleep.
As for Quintus, he liked Rem. The man was cunning and seemed to know what the
enemy was thinking before they even did. That was a valuable trait in any ally, leader or not.
He rubbed his chin as Rem continued to speak.
“She’s an elected official. Entice her with the chance to make sure her people are safe from wild animals. The worst thing a politician can have happen is that it comes out that they turned down the chance to save the lives of the people in their town.” Rem shrugged.
They had gone through this about a dozen times, but Veronica still had doubts as to whether the mayor would actually do anything. If Veronica wasn’t convinced, there was no way she’d be able to convince the mayor as well.
“The issue is that in a small town like this, everyone has a gun,” she said. “I’ve seen it time and again. Most people like to deal with stuff their own way.”
Rem shook his head. “Well, you need to feed her statistics. Make her understand that guns won’t fix this. Not installing this equipment is not an option.” He turned his gaze to the assembled hybrids. “We have no idea where the surviving Glycons are, how many there are in total, what they are up to, when they might strike again. It could be here. It could be at a school. The humans don’t know what’s best for them, so we’ll just have to show them what’s best before anyone gets hurt.” His green eyes narrowed. “And the Horatius Group shows up to investigate.”
Veronica gave a loud sigh and nodded. “I’ll do what I can.”
The normally assured woman moved out the front door of the meeting house, shoulders sagging. This was weighing on everyone. A week of waiting for the other shoe to drop was causing tension, and no one really felt safe. No one was meant to live under this sort of strain.
Jace stepped forward to follow her. “I’ll be outside when they’re ready.”
Rem nodded and turned to the remaining hybrids in the room: a mix of the men who led well as a few like Quintus who were still finding their niche.
Quintus continued to watch in silence, just taking it all in.
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