Grayslake: More than Mated: Dirty Lion Bastard (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Renee George Page A
Authors: Renee George
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the Leone Pride insisted on his presence, or had Shane thrown his life away on a half-baked scheme for revenge?
“Stop that,” Tig said. “Your forehead is going to have a permanent crease. Besides, we’re almost there.”
Clearing his throat, Tony pointed to a gravel road on the left. “There it is.”
Tig put on the blinker and rapidly decelerated to make the turn. Although the road seemed well-maintained, the white gravel threw dust everywhere behind them, making the highway disappear completely from the rearview mirror. Several small houses loomed on either side.
“Those are the Pride homes.” Tig gestured to a blue one with a small white porch. “That’s where we grew up.”
“Really?” Logically, Scottie knew her mom and Tig had been part of the Pride. She’d heard the stories her entire life. But seeing their home crystalized the reality. This was where her dad died.
This is where Shane will try to kill his own father .
After about twenty small houses, there was nothing for another four miles except wooded land and hills. “Where is the Rex’s place?”
“We should be coming up on it anytime. It’ll be another left.” Tig pointed out the driver side window. “Like right there.”
Scottie glanced over to see two worn tire track marks between two large trees.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s not a road. It’s a path.” The trees were so thick that the road was darkened under the looming branches of oaks and maples, poison ivy encroaching on the edges, giving her the sense of an old fifties horror film. A heavy sense of foreboding weighed on her. “It’s a goddamn spooky path in the middle of freaking nowhere.”
Please let Shane be okay. Please let him be alive , she prayed to any god or goddess listening. In her heart, she believed he still lived. He didn’t feel dead to her. Not in her soul. If he’d been torn from this earth, she would have felt it. Right? Was she fooling herself about being his mate?
The tree branches dragged over the hood of the car reminding her of Freddie Kruger cutting into the side of a metal wall with his bladed fingers. “God, will this awful road never end?”
“I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel,” Tig said.
And then, there it was. The sun peeked through the trees, throwing its blessed light down on the road now opening into a pastoral setting. She’d expected a small rustic cabin, something out of Grizzly Adams, but instead, it was more like the Kennedy’s home. “Holy bejeezus. This place is freakin’ huge.”
“Yes, it’s good to be king,” her aunt said.
“Ya think?” The cabin, if you could call it that, was a three-story house accented with cedar panels and had to be at least 8,000 square feet. Tig pulled up into a paved circular drive in front.
“Who would have thought something like this…” Scottie gestured toward the house then jerked her thumb. “…would have been at the end of that,” she finished, pointing at the path of darkness.
As they exited the car, the front door of the house opened, and two large men barreled out the front door. They stood at the bottom of the porch, arms crossed, and waited for Scottie and her family to exit the car.
Scottie got out first. Whatever will be will be. She marched between the two men. “We’re here for the challenge.”
The larger of the two guys nodded to his partner after Tig and Tony strode out of the car. “Take them.”
Before Scottie could react, the man farthest from her pulled out a gun. “Don’t try anything. I will shoot you.”
Chapter Nine
The Pride territory seemed deserted. No children played, and no adults worked in the yards. When Stringer had driven Shane down the hidden driveway to the Rex’s house, he could hear the drone of people. A lot of people. It was only when Lance took him around the backside of the property that he understood. A crowd of a hundred or more shifters sat in bleachers around a large field.
There was a
“Stop that,” Tig said. “Your forehead is going to have a permanent crease. Besides, we’re almost there.”
Clearing his throat, Tony pointed to a gravel road on the left. “There it is.”
Tig put on the blinker and rapidly decelerated to make the turn. Although the road seemed well-maintained, the white gravel threw dust everywhere behind them, making the highway disappear completely from the rearview mirror. Several small houses loomed on either side.
“Those are the Pride homes.” Tig gestured to a blue one with a small white porch. “That’s where we grew up.”
“Really?” Logically, Scottie knew her mom and Tig had been part of the Pride. She’d heard the stories her entire life. But seeing their home crystalized the reality. This was where her dad died.
This is where Shane will try to kill his own father .
After about twenty small houses, there was nothing for another four miles except wooded land and hills. “Where is the Rex’s place?”
“We should be coming up on it anytime. It’ll be another left.” Tig pointed out the driver side window. “Like right there.”
Scottie glanced over to see two worn tire track marks between two large trees.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s not a road. It’s a path.” The trees were so thick that the road was darkened under the looming branches of oaks and maples, poison ivy encroaching on the edges, giving her the sense of an old fifties horror film. A heavy sense of foreboding weighed on her. “It’s a goddamn spooky path in the middle of freaking nowhere.”
Please let Shane be okay. Please let him be alive , she prayed to any god or goddess listening. In her heart, she believed he still lived. He didn’t feel dead to her. Not in her soul. If he’d been torn from this earth, she would have felt it. Right? Was she fooling herself about being his mate?
The tree branches dragged over the hood of the car reminding her of Freddie Kruger cutting into the side of a metal wall with his bladed fingers. “God, will this awful road never end?”
“I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel,” Tig said.
And then, there it was. The sun peeked through the trees, throwing its blessed light down on the road now opening into a pastoral setting. She’d expected a small rustic cabin, something out of Grizzly Adams, but instead, it was more like the Kennedy’s home. “Holy bejeezus. This place is freakin’ huge.”
“Yes, it’s good to be king,” her aunt said.
“Ya think?” The cabin, if you could call it that, was a three-story house accented with cedar panels and had to be at least 8,000 square feet. Tig pulled up into a paved circular drive in front.
“Who would have thought something like this…” Scottie gestured toward the house then jerked her thumb. “…would have been at the end of that,” she finished, pointing at the path of darkness.
As they exited the car, the front door of the house opened, and two large men barreled out the front door. They stood at the bottom of the porch, arms crossed, and waited for Scottie and her family to exit the car.
Scottie got out first. Whatever will be will be. She marched between the two men. “We’re here for the challenge.”
The larger of the two guys nodded to his partner after Tig and Tony strode out of the car. “Take them.”
Before Scottie could react, the man farthest from her pulled out a gun. “Don’t try anything. I will shoot you.”
Chapter Nine
The Pride territory seemed deserted. No children played, and no adults worked in the yards. When Stringer had driven Shane down the hidden driveway to the Rex’s house, he could hear the drone of people. A lot of people. It was only when Lance took him around the backside of the property that he understood. A crowd of a hundred or more shifters sat in bleachers around a large field.
There was a
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