Prequel to The Wildblood
by
Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Pages: 125
Size: 11.50 x 9.00 in
Pages: 125
In the space of ten hours, civilization was gone...
Their parents were survivors of World War Last. Children of The Vista have become guardians of the secluded valley they call home. Wanderlust will take them out into a land they know nothing about, where the line between enemy and ally blurs.
Backlash - Introducing Team Three
Facing an unknown adversary that threatens to wreak havoc across what little humanity remains, they must rely on their unusual abilities, and hope they're strong enough to stop the chaos.
The first to join Security, Mac is an outsider despite knowing he's as different as his partners. All three are Gen En, genetically enhanced, and he understands it's not a safe thing to be.
Wade is their unofficial leader. Few people outside the team gain his trust, making him seem difficult and distant. He's protecting everyone by hiding what they are.
As the Scout, Shannon keeps watch on the long-abandoned roadways. This gives her time to consider what might exist beyond Montana. More curious than afraid, she wants to see for herself.
Together, they are unstoppable. Their enemies are gathering and know the secrets they hide.
Genres:
Tropes: Evolving Powers, Post-Apocalyptic
Word Count: 24,705
Setting: The Rocky Mountains
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Tropes: Evolving Powers, Post-Apocalyptic
Word Count: 24,705
Setting: The Rocky Mountains
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Excerpt
Then she was wide awake, with the sensation like she’d had cold water thrown on her. Taylor was in the depot and she was sitting in the car, alone, in the dark. Pushing her door open, she moved to the driver’s side, using the loudspeaker because his headset was on the dashboard. “Kyle, move!”
He did, sprinting out and throwing himself into the seat as she gunned the engine, sending gravel flying across the empty lot. Taylor snapped on his safety belt, cursing under his breath. “Code call?” he asked, not hearing any radio traffic.
“Not yet,” she said. “Give it a few seconds.”
A chill ran up his spine. “Should you be driving?”
“Yes, I should. Knowing what’s happening a few miles away doesn’t affect my driving, it’s not like seeing ghosts.”
“What’s happening?”
“Code Eight, Glen cutoff,” someone called, out-of-breath, answering Taylor’s question.
