Vann's Victory (14 page)
A mark on the man’s chest brought Jace up short.
What the fuck?
Jace forced himself to see more clearly.
The mark was the same as his own, a crude cross like a kiss at the end of a love letter. Jace had always thought his had been made by branches gouging into his skin when he’d been dumped on the roadside. It wasn’t likely that two cubs had been marked the exact same way.
Not unless someone deliberately cut us… No, that’s just stupid. It’s a coincidence, that’s all.
“Listen,” the man said. “I mean you no harm. I’m just here—” He paused to take in a breath. “Just here to find someone. My name’s Vann. If you could answer a question for me before I go on my way?”
Louie shifted then stood there, the sight of him sending Jace weak at the knees.
Not now, damn it. Don’t let him affect you this way now
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“What do you want to know?” Louie asked, his chest, leg and pubic hair similar to his wolf fur. He flicked his head to move a strand that hovered over his eye—no white tips on his head, just pure black goodness.
“You might not know the answer, but I have nothing to lose,” Vann said. He shrugged, gave a smile that showed his fatigue. “I’m here to find my brother. Dropped on the roadside twenty-five years ago as a cub. I have to speak to him. I can’t rest until I’ve found him.”
Jace’s vision misted. A ball of emotion mixed with panic lodged in his throat. It couldn’t be him Vann was looking for. There must have been a mistake. The shift took over Jace without warning then he stood there on shaking human legs before stumbling from the trees and into the clearing. He felt sick and battled against vomiting.
This isn’t happening.
He registered Louie glancing his way, took in the fact that Vann was staring at him, the look on his face probably the same as the one on Jace’s. One of shock. He had pale skin and his mouth was slightly open. Jace was highly aware that this Vann had so much to say but that nothing was coming out, much like Jace himself.
And he also acknowledged the ground coming up to greet his face—and there was no energy in him to stop it.
About the Author
Sydney has always enjoyed writing. “There’s something about losing yourself in another world, where the real one ceases to exist and all your dreams and wishes can be placed on the page—dreams for a better planet where love isn’t questioned but accepted by all.”
When Sydney isn’t writing, there’s plenty of reading to be done. “I can’t imagine not reading every day. It would be weird not to have a book to hand because I’ve always had one nearby. Life without reading isn’t something I’d like to contemplate. The thought brings me out in hives.”
Sydney lives in a peaceful area where the hustle and bustle of the city doesn’t figure. “I left city life years ago. Too stressful for me. I prefer listening to the swish of leaves on the trees instead of tyres on tarmac. The twittering of birds instead of the chatter of people. Alone time to reflect and ponder is a must. A small portion of every day spent by myself is vital to my sanity and soul.”
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