USA Today best selling author Yvette Hines visits the dark side with Haulcon's Revenge
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Haulcon has been left to
die—without pride or honor. The clan he believed was family, brethren to him,
turned out to be vicious thieves. Thieves of life. Now revenge’s blood beats
Haulcon’s heart and he will stop at nothing to see those who attempted his
murder pay. Resolving the issue of his saving grace, Adair, is a distraction he
can’t risk.
Adair Ellis is a
wildlife photographer, an explorer of sorts. However, the day she meets
Haulcon, her life becomes more of an adventure than she can handle. Everything
changes for her when she is drawn into a world so dark and dangerous it seems
to rob her of her very being. But, she can’t turn back and she can’t flee the
valf that she has become bound to for life
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EXCERPT:
“Ahh!” Haulcon’s scream
ripped through the air vibrating the branches of the trees above him. He didn’t
want to cry out. Had tried to fight it, but they pulled it out of him. Brought
him this low.
He would be dead soon. He
knew that. The breaths he took were counting down to his last. One of two
things would kill him, either the silver seeping into his bloodstream and
headed for his heart or the sunlight that would shine in a few hours.
Being a valf there weren’t
many things that could end his life. However those that could were deadly,
permanent. If he could shift into his wolfen form, he would be able to fight
the silver poison. However they had made sure he would not be able to save
himself. They had beaten and tied him spread-eagle in the middle of the woods,
hands and feet to sturdy, thick oaks. The thick ropes bit deep into his wrists
and ankles. If he even attempted to transform, the tight binding would snap his
animal limbs at the joints. No wolf could tolerate being in such a position.
They hadn’t stopped there.
Those silver-dipped blades they had used to pierce his sides allowed his blood
to drain, even as the silver flowed into him. He needed to feed. Blood
sustained his clan and their wolves gave them strength, made them powerful,
undefeatable; except to their own kind. Those who plotted and planned
subterfuge and attacks.
Now he lay in his own pool
of blood, waste, and agony waiting for death to come for him. However, he was
not fortunate enough for the valf-reaper to come quickly. No, they—his
clansmen, his friends—had ensured the afterlife guide’s travel would be
unhurried.
His clan, the men he’d
grown, learned, and traveled with could have given him the honor of a single
silver bullet to his chest. They could have notified his family to bathe his
remains in holy water then burn him to ashes. They hadn’t wanted him to have
pride in his death. No, he would be left drained and stiffened by the sun’s
light. His carcass left for human scientists to discover and examine like a
worthless specimen.
“Holy Hell!”
The voice could have been
that of one of the valf Great Spirit’s angels. The relief at hearing it washed
over him just the same.
His senses were deadening.
When he was at full valf capacity he would have smelled a human getting close
to him from miles away. Now, like a grotesque exhibit he lay prone as the
female cringed before him.
“Release me…”
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