Chapter 1
Ryker
It was raining when the attack came on the Fallen Angel Reject's MC compound, making the fog rolling through the trees surrounding their land to seem thicker than it was. I could barely see the hand in front of my face, let alone an attacking enemy stealthily roaming through the fog, shooting silver tipped arrows at the MC members without them being full capable of retaliating, or even blocking the attacks as they came.
As club President, it was up to me to lead these men into battle, as well as protect them as needed. But with the way this was going, we were going to find ourselves 100% dead before we could even get a single shot of our drawn weapons off at the skulking attackers.
The only thing I knew for sure was there were at least two of them, but I couldn't see them well enough to be sure if there were more than that.
They hadn’t announced themselves before they started firing their arrows, nor had they stopped to tell us what their grievances were. They just showed up when the rain was the worst and began picking us off one by one. The only good news so far was that they hadnt been quick enough to silence Chink or Tank when they'd been shot in the gut and shoulder, so we had been alerted pretty quick after that.
Twenty of our members, including all of the leadership aside for myself, had run outside to see what was going on, guns in hand, looking for our targets.
Again, not that it was doing us any good.
Wheft!
The sound of another arrow sent flying drew my attention, and I had only about half a second to jerk out of the way before it pierced my skull. A breath whooshed from my lungs in slight relief I wasn't dead yet, only to get caught in my throat a second layer when chilling, child-like laughter echoed through our backyard.
Despite how they sounded, I doubted very much we were dealing with children, no matter their species. No, I fully believed this enemy was trying to rattle them to the point of distraction in order to pick off the last of them with little to no hassle.
I let out a low growl, unable to keep Abel from making his presence known. He was stalking around in circles inside my head, angry and swishing his tail back and forth in aggitation while he waiting for the opportune moment to strike.
Before anything else could happen, though, a flash of vibrant blue and lavender light shone through the area, stopping what had been the beginnings of a raging storm in its tracks and blowing away the fog enough for everyone to clearly see what was going on around them.
I was shocked when I opened my eyes after the light had gone and found a beautiful female standing in the middle of the clearing that made up our backyard.
She was a lot shorter than my six-feet-seven-inch height--if I had to guess, she barely hit five foot even--with black hair that fell past her ass and down to her knees; silver mixed through the strands in a way that made me think of a starry night sky. Her eyes were startling--gunmetal gray with purple lightning striking out from her pupls, and a shocking shade of blue ringing her irises. Her skin was smooth looking and creamy... aside for the tattooes showing on her right side and arm in a proud display of art of a black wolf standing over a panther laid down in front of the canine, a kitten between the panther's paws. Each of them were black, with a splattering of purple and blue on their ears, tails, and paws. They could easily be seen thanks to the black leather tube top that covered her chest--and nothing else. Supple leather pants doned her legs, with what appeared to be six inch stiletto heeled boots on her feet that traveled up her calves.
The most shocking thing about her appearance, though, was the scar that look up most of her face--starting at her left temple, it traveled over her nose, down the right side of her face to her chin, down her neck, sliding across to the left side of her clavicle, and down into her top. I wasn't sure if that was where it ended, or if it wormed its way to her back, but it was wicked and looked like it was painful in the process of receiving it.
What the hell had happened to her? Christ on a cracker!
I was startled out of my thoughts when the high pitched screeching of outrage being made by what appeared to be little gremlin-like imps. They were three feet tall, with leathery dark brown skin, flapping ears riddled with holes in their membranes, and wore scraps of cloth on their little twisted bodies. Honestly, they remind me of the creepy elves in that human movie about wizards going to a secret school.
They carried bows and arrows larger than they were tall, the arrows tipped in silver bolts made to shred through skin, muscle and tendon with ease.
There were five of the little evil creatures, and they were all aiming their hell weapons on the new female, their high pitches voices chittering away in angry excitement. The female just arched a brow and snickered at whatever they were saying, before turning to me with a smirk.
"It looks like you could use a hand," she winked at me.
With a flex of her hand and a swirl of purple and blue energy, a sword as long as she was tall appeared in her hand, crackling with restraining lightning the same color as the flash of light she had appeared in.
With a tingling laugh that sounded almost smoky in a matching rasp to that of her speaking voice, she taunted the imps, "It's time to play."
