Dead end. End of the line. The End. End of the road. High end. Split ends. Light at the end of the tunnel. End times. The possibilities are endless. 😉 So this is probably my last #1lineWed entry though Wednesday Words will continue because…teasers! And snippets! And me showing y’all that I am making progress on current WIPs. 😀 There’s a long story there but it isn’t apropos to things here. Anyway, in just over a month, FIGHTING FOR ELENA goes live. And since a certain fan is all about Joy and Liam, I thought I’d tease her with this snippet of a conversation between Joy and Pops, who is our intrepid hero. He’s just been granted emergency custody as a foster parent and she’s being stubborn about contacting her parents–or anyone who might be able to help.
Memories of her life in the lab made her tremble. She curled up even more. Wolves were secret. Had to remain secret. Bad men wanted to do bad things to them. Which is why she had to keep running. She had to protect the Wolves and their mates, Protect Liam and Micah and Gracie. Little Sally and Sally’s big brother Cody, though he didn’t carry the gene. She couldn’t let them be experiments like she’d been.
Trust was fragile, like a dandelion. Trusting Nate just came naturally. Sort of like Mr. West. Could she trust him?
“Yes,” he said, like he could read her mind. “You can.”
She sucked in a breath. Mind reading wasn’t possible. Okay, sometimes the Wolves and their mates had like a Mr. Spock mind-meld thing going on but this? No way. But…
“Excuse me?” She glanced over at him still, a little freaked and a whole lot confused.
“Most folks call me Pops. Like I mentioned back in the sheriff’s office, been a whole passel of kids pass through my house for one reason or another. Some only stayed the night. Others lived there for a few years.”
He sounded—and looked—sad. Because the kids came and went? Or was there another reason. He offered her a half smile as his eyes returned to the road. “Last ten years, most the kids have been short-term on an emergency basis. Sorta like you.”
She couldn’t help herself. She had to ask. “Why’s that?”
“My wife died.”
She sucked air into her lungs in a loud whoosh. He’d lost his wife. And he’d loved her. She could tell by the way his face went both soft and stoic. But not blank. Not like the Wolves. She rubbed at her chest. She missed her family. And she was positive they’d be going ballistic and crazy because she’d been taken. Yeah. When she took off, she’d have to leave a note so he could call her dad. Or maybe Mister Mac because Mister Mac was scary, but he wouldn’t be as scary crazy as her dad. Except he would. Liam told stories about what it was like when he was kidnapped by those Black Root people. Mister Mac and Miz Hannah—Liam’s mom and dad—went hunting with all the Wolves. That’s how everyone ended up in Louisiana. That’s how they found her. Liam. She blinked away tears. Liam was her…something. Just like Black Root wanted her DNA, they’d wanted Liam’s. All the Wolves.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, returning her attention to the man driving her to his home. “About your wife. My dad would go crazy if something happened to Mom.”
“He loves her.” Pops kept his voice soft.
“Yeah.” The word sighed out. “She’s his…one.”
I hope you enjoyed this little hint at events. Writers, got any end words to share? Readers, what book or series were you sad to see come to an end?