Survival

Prologue

The dark sky was the only supply of shelter as the trees stood like shields. The wind almost whistled in warning as howls filled the sky.

The men didn't realise how many wolves actually lived on the island; only three were ever reported. It seemed the Loggerhead Island Research Institute was allowing more of the vicious beasts to roam the forests. They would have to be even more careful.

The equipment was almost set up. Cables were hooked all around the trees around the building, hooked up to a single laptop, resting on a lap of a middle aged man. A bald head gleamed in the moonlight, unnaturally shiny. His eyes seemed almost black as they skimmed around the surrounding clearing. It was a well-known clearing.

Where everything changed for one person. The one person he wanted to get.

"Almost done sir" someone whispered, clicking a small head against the trunk of the nearest tree. Perfect. The man looked at his watch; half eleven.

"Let's wrap it up quick boys, they'll be passing soon" he ordered. His five men began to hustle a little quicker, gathering rogue cables, winding up unneeded wires and unfolding and buckling up tools and electronics. A two hour process, 24 hour live feed, and four targets, all in motion. Another howl cut through the silence of the night. It was closer. "Quick! The beasts are almost here!"

The six men took off towards the east dock of the island. Their boat bobbed in the calm water, patiently awaiting its master's command. They carefully carried their equipment aboard, placing it orderly on the deck. As the engine was about to awaken, the man called for silence.

The sound of an engine was drawing near.

He made a gesture of 'silence' as his black watchful eyes locked onto the small runabout coming towards them. Perfect timing. A smile made its way to his mouth. His boss shall be very pleased.

"Get the camera" he whispered as the boat comes closer. The six men ducked low on the deck, heads barely above the sides of the boat. Clicks snapped sharply on either side of him as the runabout passed. A spray of water splashed from the sides of the boat, sending a light shower of sea water over the men. They said nothing, only kept clicking. There was a laugh, quiet and followed by others. "Did you get them?"

"Yes sir. Four adolescents and a dog. All with gold eyes" a man answered back.

"The name of the vehicle and the close up of the target" another answered. The man snatched the camera, and stared at the photo. It was dark, only relying on the moon to provide light. But the gold irises shone back at him, showing the young face of a red haired teenager, seemingly staring right at them. A dog was sitting on her lap, eyes staring lovingly at her face.

His boss would most certainly be pleased.

"Tory Brennan, you're mine" he whispered, shoving the camera back into the hands of the photographer himself. Their craft roared to life, minutes after the adolescents' disappeared along the coast. He was tempted to follow, to watch them in action. He'd been told by his anomalous informant to be careful, and to keep a distance while observing. They must not be underestimated.

The press ate up everything that happened between her and Claybourne's. Soon they would eat up the truth about her and her companions, right to the very core. He was not lying when he said they had abnormal eyes; he wanted to know why, his boss wanted to know why and he wanted to get his hands on what it was.

And he was never one to disappoint.

"We're coming for you Miss Brennan. That's a promise" he whispered to the boat growing ever distant behind them. "You're secrets are mine"

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I know it's short, but this is just the Prologue.

This is the sequel to Exposed, so if you might need to read that to understand this story 100%, but you don't have to.

I hope this book is as good as the last one, and I'm sorry if I don't update as frequently as I did then, coming up with chapters isn't actually as easy as some people think.

I hope you enjoy this book.

-Dipstickdope xxxx