Sanctuary's Aggression Complete Collection Box Set: A Post-apocalyptic Survival Thriller Series

by Maira Dawn

  Relief pushed through Jesse’s worry and sadness as the two rushed to Dylan’s room.

  He’d fulfilled his promise to Skye and done it by himself.

  Now it was time to keep his promise to Kelsey. The two women needed to be rescued.

  He glanced up at his uncle. He’d have help with that.

  Forty-Eight

  Hang On

  Jesse stayed on Wade's heels as he rushed down the hall. The doctor stood at the end of the corridor.

  "They're here?" Paul asked, looking around Jesse for the others.

  "Jesse's here," Wade corrected him, “with the medicine."

  Paul’s eyes went round for a moment, then he said, “Good. That’s very good.”

  Paul shouted for Bre.

  The girl raced from the loft, jumping the steps two at a time. "Dad?"

  "They have the antibiotic. We want to put it in an IV, so we get the maximum in Dylan in the shortest time. Could you get that ready while I check his wound?”

  Bre hurried in and out of the medical supply closet getting everything required, then she lined it up on a tray beside Dylan's bed.

  Jesse leaned against the doorjamb, staring at Dylan. While Wade had gone to his brother’s side, he hadn’t made it past the door.

  A pressure started in his chest, and his gaze fell to the floor.

  His dad was the kind of man meant to be upright, breathing the pure mountain air and scouting the forest floor. To see him lingering half-dead in a sick room was almost more than Jesse could take. The boy cleared his throat and quickly wiped at his eyes.

  "It'll be okay, Jesse,” Wade said. "My brother is as strong as they come."

  Jesse nodded but still couldn’t look up. Within a few minutes, Bre was done, and the antibiotics flowed through Dylan’s veins. He'd hardly stirred during the procedure.

  "Okay." Paul sighed. "Now, we hope for the best."

  Jesse threw him a suspicious look. Hoping for the best didn't seem very professional. Surely, they could do more than hope.

  But when Wade didn't contradict him, Jesse's heart sank. He turned and made his way to the living room, his feet scraping on the shiny wood floor. Reaching the couch, he fell into it, sinking deep into its soft cushions.

  Jesse let it soothe him as best as it could, but it wasn’t enough. He sighed and turned, exhausted and restless at the same time. But no matter how tired he was, he knew there would be no sleep until Dylan was okay.

  Bre came into the kitchen and looked over at Jesse. "You want something to eat or drink?"

  "No," Jesse mumbled.

  She nodded and opened the refrigerator, pulling out sandwich ingredients. After plating it, she added some of the never-ending supply of chips left in this world, along with two fresh-baked cookies. After pouring a tall glass of tea, she brought it over to him and sat it on the coffee table in front of him.

  Jesse looked at it with disdain. "I ain't eatin' that."

  "Don't get all growly and rude because you're worried," Bre said sternly.

  "Don't act like you’re a mom. You ain't but a couple years older than me."

  "Four."

  "Who stinkin’ cares?"

  Bre rolled her eyes. "I'm not momming you.” She waved at his appearance. “You're a mess, and I figured you haven't eaten. Eat it, don't eat it. It's up to you."

  She plopped in the chair across from him.

  Jesse scoffed, and rolled over, turning his back to her. But the deep aroma of roast beef wafted over him, and his stomach roared, letting him know it wanted the meal.

  Now.

  Jesse sighed, flopped over, and sat up. He picked up the sandwich and ignoring Bre's amused glance, bit into it. Before he knew it, the plate was clean. He slumped back into the couch.

  "Are you okay?" Bre asked.

  The best Jesse could do was to shrug.

  "Your dad will heal. He's strong, and you got here in time." When he didn't look at her, she asked, "Where are they? Are they okay?"

  "Taken."

  Bre gasped.

  Jesse glanced up when Wade entered the room.

  "Taken where?" his uncle asked.

  "They took Mom and Kelsey, but Reed and Spencer are following them."

  Wade and Bre paled at the news. "Come on, Dylan's awake. Might as well talk this all out with him."

  Jesse followed him down the hall. At Dylan's room, he peeked around the corner before entering. While the sick man looked far from healthy, there was a spark that had been missing earlier.

  "Dad!" Jesse rushed to his side.

  "Hey, Son," Dylan croaked out, patting Jesse's back as the boy leaned in to hug him. "I'm happy to see you safe."

  "Oh, Dad, it's Mom and Kelsey. I tried. I didn't know—" Dylan’s arms tightened around him, then went still. Jesse laid his head on him and sobbed. "She's gone. They're gone. I tried to think of what you'd do, but there wasn't—wasn't a move to make."

  Wade and Dylan exchanged a heavy glance. Dylan rubbed Jesse's back. "It's okay, boy," he said. “Sometimes there’s not. I know you did all you could. Now settle and tell us what happened."

  Jesse lifted his head and scrubbed his sleeve across his eyes. He told them the whole story, start to finish, wiping at tears as he went.

  At the end, he mumbled, "I don't care if Mom thinks all this," he waved his hand around his face, "is good for us. I think it's a pain in the butt. Stayin’ tough is a whole lot easier."

  The men grunted their agreement.

  "We need a plan here," Dylan said, pushing himself up. After a few unsuccessful tries, he grimaced and sank back into the bed. "I want out of this bed."

  "I know, brother, but you've got a few days of recovery here. You should've seen yourself a few hours ago. It was sickening."

  Dylan barked out a laugh, holding his side as he did so. "Thanks, bro."

  "Well, I don't ever wanna see you like that again. So you're gonna stay here until you’re well. Me and the boys'll go after the others. Sounds like it'll be easy enough to find Reed and Spencer. If we can catch up to them, it'll just be another hop and step to this Jack character."

  Dylan nodded but punched the bed in his frustration. "I'm havin’ a hard time staying behind."

  Wade thumped Dylan's shoulder. "We'll find her." He turned to Jesse. "You stay here too, kid."

  "No, I'm comin’.”

  Wade shook his head. "You've been through enough today."

  "I'm comin’. I don't want you to miss where Jack took them. It'd mess everything all up."

  "Kid, it ain't likely that's gonna happen—"

  "I'm comin’ with ya! I need to make this right. That Jack needs to be taught he can't just go taking people whenever he wants.”

  Dylan shot a look at Wade. “The boy's going. But Jesse, you did everything you could. This ain't on you. It's not, no matter what happens. You hear me?"

  "I know. But what I think and what I feel are two different things."

  "You remember what I said, ya hear?"

  Jesse nodded. "I will, sir."

  Dylan turned to Wade. "Keep him away from any gunfire. The boy is aching for payback, and he'll be stupid. Tie him down if need be but keep him safe."

  "You know I will, brother."

  "If you ain't back by the time I'm strong enough to get out of this bed, I'm coming after you."

  "I plan on it."

  Jesse and the men looked at each other. In their glances was all the affection they had for each other, along with the gravity of the situation. It was enough.

  Wade and Jesse left the room and walked out of the house. Jesse threw a glance over his shoulder. If only Dylan could come with them. But that was impossible. It was Wade and him for now. Jesse looked up. And apparently, half the camp.

  While they had been inside, men and women had gathered, including those who had just come home with Wade. They leaned against the porch rails, milled in the yard, and sat on cars. They all looked at Wade with expectation.

  Wade stopped and stared. "Y'a
ll comin'?"

  Joe stepped forward. "You bet. One, ain't no one going to mess with our people, and we just sit on our hands about it. And two, ain't no one going to let Dylan lose Skye, or Jesse lose his momma. That ain't right." He took a step forward. "We're strong. It's time to show we don't just sit here and take this.”

  Jesse felt the glow of revenge grow brighter.

  Hold on, Mom and Kelsey. We're comin’.

  Sanctuary’s Aggression 6: The Beginning

  This box set is compiled in the order in which the books were written. The prequel books, The Beginning and The Atlantis Cure, can be read first or where they are located in the box set.

  The prequels are important to the conclusion of the series.

  Thank you for reading the series. :)

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  Contents

  Prologue

  1. The Smack

  2. Tormentors

  3. Spire Cliff

  4. The Shadow

  5. Jata Ara

  6. Rogue Wave

  7. You Are Okay

  8. Big Evil Man

  9. Abominations

  10. Lights

  11. Questions

  12. Tell Me About

  13. And Your Name Is?

  14. That Rage

  15. Murder

  16. The Garden

  17. The Beginning

  18. Family Fights

  19. The Vow

  20. Your Sister?

  21. Stay Tomorrow

  22. Better Than Human

  23. Breathe

  24. Even If

  25. Hate is a Strong Word

  26. A Dream

  27. Family Dinner

  28. A Mother’s Fear

  29. Talk

  30. Endara

  31. Our Son

  32. I Wish…

  33. Home

  34. Lessons

  35. Broke

  36. The Artifact

  37. This is What Happens…

  38. Argos

  39. Busted

  40. Let Me

  41. The Wedding

  42. Secrets

  43. The Reception

  44. May I?

  Prologue

  The hallway was quiet when Sonora stepped out into it. Her eyes adjusted to the muted lighting, taking in the friendly shadows it created on the sage green walls and the ancestral portraits hanging in intervals along the smooth surface. Sonora breathed the scent of flowers filling the air from the garden on the other side of the corridor. Maybe they would help calm her.

  Sonora pulled the guest room door shut, hoping the guests could sleep after everything they'd been through.

  If one only knew the end at the beginning. If she had known, if Sonora's visitors had known, what this year would bring, would they have acted differently? Of course. They all would have.

  They had taken care of everything. How had things gone so wrong? How many people were still left up there? How much of her beloved little town, Seaside, still stood? She should ask, but was afraid of the answer.

  Sonora took in another deep breath and shook her head. A person couldn’t know, couldn’t plan for the bad things coming their way… or the good for that matter, either. Her eyes lingered on the hall as she thought back to the time when she hadn't known any of this existed, hadn't known he existed. The person she was before this would've thought it was a fantasy. If someone had confided it to her, Sonora would have thought them delusional.

  The door ahead of her clicked opened and a handsome man stepped through. Hearing Sonora's footsteps padding toward him, he looked up and smiled that gorgeous grin he saved just for her.

  Sonora returned it with one of her own as she recalled the beginning of this strange story.

  One

  The Smack

  Chapter One

  Sonora stopped, letting her restless eyes search for that small sliver of blue ocean she could sometimes see from this window if the wind blew the trees in the right direction. Dirty dishes clanged in the bin she dropped on her next messy table, causing a few customers to look her way.

  There it was. Sonora let out a slow breath, and the tension in her shoulders eased. The ocean was Sonora's one and only true love. Not the beach, as many people would say, but the sea itself with its many moods and mysterious creatures. Its familiar motion a comfort and its secret ways a fascination. It was her life's dream to have a career in discovering its depths.

  She blew out a sigh stirring the blonde hair straying from her ponytail and wiped her arm across her glistening forehead. And she was stuck in this dead-end job.

  Sonora plopped a rag onto the diner table and started to scrub. It wasn't so bad, as far as restaurant work went. As the trendiest café in town, it offered the best tips. But four days of double shifts, covering for her co-workers, had given her a massive headache and the clamor of the place wasn't making it any better. Sonora put the back of her hand to her forehead. This epic-proportions head pain wasn't going anywhere. After hauling the bin to its spot in the noisy kitchen, she took a minute to swig down a couple more pills and some water before her next order was up.

  Sonora pulled the dishes onto her tray, making sure they would be to her customer's satisfaction. Was this job it then? She could hardly bear it now. She'd be a disaster in a decade or two, and it wasn't likely to be a beautiful one!

  What had happened to her detailed, inventive plan for college. It needed to be resourceful because her parents had regretfully informed her that money was short, and they wouldn't be able to pay for her schooling. Then somehow financing hadn’t come through.

  So, her plan changed to this. Becoming a server at the highest paying cafe on this stretch of Carolina coast and saving for classes for one year to help toward college loans. But when she tried to apply, the classes were full. Since then, it seemed a vicious cycle. As soon as Sonora appeared to have a decent amount of money saved, she'd lose it to car troubles or other expenses. If that didn't happen, the classes she needed would be full. After more than a year of this, Sonora was close to giving up on her dream of becoming a marine biologist.

  She looked around the busy restaurant, her heart sinking. This might indeed be the rest of her life. Her head jerked up as Bob, the chef and owner, bellowed out her nickname for another order pick-up. This time Sonora rushed to the window, even though she preferred going into the kitchen.

  She sighed. The food sat closer to the kitchen side than the restaurant side, making her bend under the upper shelf and too close to a neighboring table.

  A hard smack to her backside startled Sonora, causing her to hit her head on the bottom of the shelf. Sonora jerked herself upright, she stiffly turned to the table of the offender and glared at a group of snickering college boys.

  "Hey, sorry about that," one of them confessed, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. "I couldn't help myself. But don't worry, I'll give you a big tip. Make up for my offensive behavior." He drew out the last two words to continue the entertainment for his friends. It worked. Sonora felt the steam rise in her as their snickers turned into roaring laughter.

  It wasn't the first time a customer h
ad misbehaved, and Sonora was sure it wouldn't be the last. That was what angered her. Her glare left the table to find many curious stares from the patrons.

  "Sunny!" Bob called again, reminding her of the order sitting in the window. Their order.

  Her body tightened, and her headache spiked. "I can't," she whispered before saying aloud. "I just can't."

  "What did you say?" Bob asked, looking clueless. His eyes narrowed as he strained to hear over the clatter he created.

  "I can't stay here and play nice with these Cretans!"

  "What?" Bob inquired, looking from the amused young men to his waitress as she threw out her arm and raced for the door, apologizing to the other servers as she rushed by them.

  Sonora shook, pushed beyond her limits. Maybe she was just so beyond tired, perhaps it was the realization she'd be a waitress for life, but she cracked. After reaching the front doors, Sonora yelled loud enough for everyone to hear, "I'm sorry, Bob, but I cannot deal with such rude, sexist idiots today!"

  She half-ran to her car, wrenching open the blue driver's door before falling into the seat. Sonora slammed the key at the ignition and hit home on the third try. She looked at the cafe's windows only to find the wide eyes of the customers, some amused and some sympathetic, following her.