The Lycan Collapse (The Flux Age Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

commanding teams of male werewolves on various missions throughout New York. That Florence had become a werewolf was a source of anxiety for Jack. It messed with his sense of world order. Florence liked to say that her intellect threatened him but he wasn’t so sure about that. The truth was that he wasn’t sure if Florence could handle being on the front line of battle. This mission would give him a better picture of her ability to handle extreme pressure.
    “I think we should head this way,” Jack mumbled as he took the north tunnel at an intersection. The way ahead didn’t look particularly appealing, but the truth was they weren’t exactly sure where the wight nest was located. They knew only that it was somewhere down here under the teeming metropolis of New York City.
    “Just make sure you don’t lead us round in circles,” Florence said with a strong note of ridicule.
    “If we were shifted, this would be a lot easier,” Jack snapped.
    “We want the nest, not the wights themselves,” Florence reminded him. “This is a rescue mission.”
    Jack didn’t need to be reminded. Mother Aurora’s instructions were firmly imprinted on his mind. Their goal was to find their missing comrades and, if possible, report back on the strength of the wight threat. Of course, there was also the possibility of civilian rescue. Over twenty New Yorkers had disappeared under suspicious circumstances and the mayor had pleaded with Mother Aurora to send in her best lycans.
    Jack was troubled by his comrades’ disappearance. Over the course of his life lycans had never really encountered anything they couldn’t deal with. But now, with the Flux Age only just beginning, he’d lost close friends to that horrible chimera in Berlin and now this nest of wights threatened New York itself. A well of anger bubbled deep within his chest, threatening to spill over at any moment.
    All humans had a spirit beast within them. The Flux Age was providing people with a means of unlocking them. All over the world people were coming into contact with diviners - those with the skill of identifying and unlocking spirit beasts. All kinds of creatures were appearing, causing untold grief to friends, family, loved ones. An atmosphere of fear was slowly spreading across the world. So far, most governments had managed to keep things in check. After all, not many people knew about the Flux phenomenon and only a tiny fraction of the population had found their spirit beast. But there would come a day when enough people found the beast inside and all hell would break loose. If that happened, when that happened, humanity would need the Lycan Society to protect and safeguard its culture, just like the lycans had done during the Dark Ages.
    Jack quickened his pace, his heavy boots splashing through the scummy water. He wasn’t going to regret losing his black leathers when he finally got to germ - they were already tainted by the stink of these tunnels. The city itself no longer used these old cobble-stoned passages for human waste, but a number of rank substances invariably found themselves down here. For starters, all the poop from Central Park. Jack calculated their position to be just a few blocks south of that open space. The air was ripe with filth and Jack hated the wights for dragging him down here.
    “You’re moving too fast,” Florence said. “You’ll blunder into a wight before you know it.”
    “And what then?” Jack retorted. “Should I take a swing at it? From what we know already we should just about reach their waists in human form.”
    “You could try,” Florence said dryly. “I need a good laugh.”
    Jack snorted, his frustration reaching boiling point. He couldn’t deny that he was on edge, bristling with pre-battle electricity. It was just how he was built. Careful planning and caution was for others - Jack just needed to be pointed in the right direction and his inner fire would do the rest. Deep down, though, he suspected he