Lycan Fallout 5: Demon Wars

By Mark Tufo

Follow along in this explosive conclusion to the Lycan and Demon Fallout series. Angels, demons, lycan, vampires, witches and one very psychotic clown all battle for Maker’s earth. Some to destroy it, some to claim it as their own and still others just to preserve it. Michael Talbot the master of finding friends in the most unlikely of places is going to need all the help he can as he has been singled out to not only be killed but to be erased from the annals of history. Who will come out on top in this no holds barred action packed romp spanning the under, middle and over worlds?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mark Tufo
• Release date: Jan 29, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463523704

Mark Tufo

Mark Tufo was born in Boston Massachusetts. He attended UMASS Amherst where he obtained a BA and later joined the US Marine Corp. He was stationed in Parris Island SC, Twenty Nine Palms CA and Kaneohe Bay Hawaii. After his tour he went into the Human Resources field with a worldwide financial institution and has gone back to college at CTU to complete his masters. He lives in Colorado with his wife, three kids and two English bulldogs. Visit him at marktufo.com for news on his next two installments of the Indian Hill trilogy and his latest book Zombie Fallout

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Prologue

PROLOGUE ONE

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Oh where, oh where, can my eyeballs be? Talbot took them away from me! They’re gone to hell, so I’ve gotta go south…so I can see him when I rip his liver right outta his mouth! Tim sang-shouted. Listened to his stupid stories–that’s what did me in. Not the next time, though. Nope. Just going to bash his skull in, stick my hands into what little brain that asshole has and play with it like a sticky dough. Going to revel as it oozes between my fingers and plunks to the ground. I hate him so much, I’m not even going to give him the pleasure of letting me eat him. Scavengers can pick him clean.

Tim stumbled over the uneven terrain, righted himself, then scrunched his hollow eye sockets and stayed silent for a moment as he listened for the pull of his missing body parts.

Close, I’m close! How did that fuck not recognize me? I wonder if his woman is down here, too. Probably is, since she was stupid enough to hook up with him. That should have been enough to get her a one-way ticket. Tim rubbed his hands together gleefully, a giant smile stretched from ear to ear.

What should I do first? Do I let her watch me kill him or do I make Talbot watch me strip her flesh off in front of him? Decisions, decisions. Both have their strong points. Fuck it. I’ll kill them both at the same time. No, no! That’s too quick, Tim, my boy. Not savage enough.

Tim was so lost in his own thoughts about macabre murder techniques, he nearly missed hearing the soft pleas for help. He turned quickly.

Oh please, let that be Talbot, he said as he tilted his head slightly to get a bearing on where the voice was coming from.

Help me, came out in a whisper no louder than an ant could cough.

Where you at…friend? Tim smiled at his brilliance. Adding that last bit was sure to encourage whoever was asking for aid. He took two more steps before doubt crept into his mind that perhaps this was a trap. "You’re not planning on doing me harm, are you…friend?" He’d now used the last word twice, he noticed that it rolled off his tongue with difficulty; it was not one he’d had much practice using.

Need help…dying.

Not going to lie; you do sound like shit. What happened? Tim did not move any closer; he became hyper-aware of his surroundings, waiting for something to attempt to sneak up on him.

Ta… the man coughed. What sounded like a death rattle escaped his lips.

Take your time. Scratch that–you’d better hurry up. You sound like you’re on your last legs.

Talbot, the other managed to get out.

Tim spun, at first thinking it was a warning. When nothing happened, he redirected his attention. Oh, no no no…please don’t tell me you are him. I’m the one that’s supposed to do this to you.

He…burned…me, the man got out with great difficulty.

Now that you mention it, you do smell a bit singed; more like char-broiled, really. I fucking hate the smell of burnt hair. A frenzied scrabbling caught his attention. I know that sound! Tim said excitedly. He got down onto his hands and knees and felt around, blindly reaching for the wildly bouncing bag. Sweet fuck-filled cupcakes! He ripped open the drawstring. Two eyeballs with sets of thin legs protruding from nearly every part of them crawled up his left arm. The first probed his empty eye socket before plunging itself in with a satisfying squish-pop. The white of his eye rolled back until his blue iris showed. The second had fallen off his cheek and was jumping pathetically at his toe. Tim reached down and shoved it hard into its face cave. He stood as the eye orientated itself.

Oh yeah. That feels fucking great! His eyes made one more complete revolution before settling on the misshapen, charred form below him.

What in the great fuck happened to you? I mean yeah, I know Talbot did this to you, but you are one sorry son of a bitch. What’s your name, friend? I’ll let him know you sent your regards when I get back to him.

T…T…Tommy.

"Idiot. I’m Tim, not fucking Timmy. I should mash the rest of you into the ground for…oh, wait. Tim grinned. You’re Tom-my. Sorry. I forgot I even asked you a question. Though, I don’t give a shit. This is about me and my quest for revenge, because yeah, that’s what it is now–an epic quest. Some fruity little fuck with a mandolin is going to sing songs about this. Then I’m going to wad him up into a ball and eat his ass too. Wait. I mean, yeah, I’m eventually going to eat his ass. Not first, though. I’m no queer."

Tim’s foot was hovering over the burned man’s head; he was about to crush and move on, never again pausing to think upon it.

"Wait…Tommy? Did you say, Tommy? Where the hell do I know that name from? Did I huck a loogie in your drink once? Ah, good times, good times, Tim said as he smiled in remembrance. No, that wasn’t that pencil dick’s name; it was more pointdextery. Something like Marvin or shit–could have been Dexter. Oh fuck me. I’ve got it–you’re the incestuous little fuck that has a hard-on for his sister, aren’t you?! Listen man, I know I ain’t right in the head, but that’s straight up some hillbilly shit! No wonder you’re down here. Yeah, you’re better off where you are. Tim stepped on Tommy’s head. There was a wet squelching sound as he pushed multiple layers of skin off and forced them to the ground. The man screamed out in pain as the slick, damp muscle of his face showed. Tim whistled as he walked away.

He’d gone a fair distance when something stopped him in mid-stride. Wait. Tommy, Tommy, Tommy? he repeated the name, hoping it would eventually jar a memory loose. Tim, man, you’re letting this Talbot-fuck get into your head! How could you be so stupid? That fucker back there is a vampire. Can you imagine the power you could pull from him?! Tim turned around and headed back. You ain’t going nowhere, Talbot. We have all the time in the world to continue our little soiree.

Prologue 2

PROLOGUE TWO

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The light above Lamashtu, which she planned on using to destroy Azile, neither brightened nor dimmed as Linnick spoke. It held steady; as if it had been mounted upon a thick, steel beam.

I did not see this. How is this possible, breatine? Lamashtu looked perplexed, and for the first time, the light wavered.

All things are possible if one can discern the truth through a web of lies, Linnick replied.

It is indeed another way. The light blinked out as quickly as it had come. Lamashtu’s long donkey teeth gleamed dully as she smiled. I am unsure what will end up being worse for you, witch. But I will be watching closely; if you make an effort to usurp me, I will think nothing of taking your children. Do you understand what must be done?

Azile looked to Linnick then to Lamashtu. I do.

Then you should save him before it is too late. Lamashtu swept her hand through a soft fog; Azile and Linnick were pushed out of the great hall and back into the dendrum hole they had found themselves in; they were rushing back the way they had come.

That true? Azile asked Linnick.

I find it strange that even a demon goddess of Lamashtu’s status would be confused about my kind.

Meaning? Azile asked.

We can easily differentiate truth from untruth in others. That does not mean we don’t speak it.

Are you saying…

I lied. Nearly every word I spoke in there was a falsehood. I do not know if that was wise…but I did so. A creature as ugly as Tallboat deserves as many chances as can be afforded to him.

Azile sobbed in relief.

He still poses a great danger and is in great danger, Red Witch; I do not think you should feel so reassured.

Trust me, little one. I am not at ease. It is just nice to have a friend on the inside; I was not expecting such.

This truth does not easily exit my mouth, but I will tell you this. If we are caught and she asks why I did what I did, I will tell her that I was compelled.

That I put a spell on you?

Correct.

Fair enough.

Chapter 1

Mike Journal Entry 1

What have you done? I cried out, not even bothering to look at her. Unlike the first time, when Tommy had bitten me, this time I felt my soul detach and pull free like it was in such a rush to exit the place it was going to bust through the door.

Not going to want to die now, Michael. I suggest you get up and help me find a way out of here.

The icy pain of suspicion turned into the red-hot anger of knowing. I stood and faced her. I didn’t even bother with words before I struck the side of her face with a punch that should have sent her reeling. She laughed; I’d like to say I had done enough damage to bloody her teeth, but it was my own lifeblood that coated the inside of her mouth. I struck again. The laughter faded but the smile grew; her eyes narrowed and took on a more sinister glare.

Do you like that? Does it make you feel like a real man striking a woman?

I hit her one more time, the redness and bruise healing even before I could pull my fist back. It’s been a long time since you were a woman, I said, but I still stopped. It was pointless. I didn’t even get any sort of sick satisfaction from delivering the blows. I was mired in an all-encompassing misery. The meaning and definition of my life took a nose dive the moment she took what was finally mine. I loved Azile and the twins with all my heart and I wanted to spend as much time as I was granted with them but at some point, yeah, I wanted to call it a day. I’d lived longer than any person has a right to and the day would come when I was ready to cash in my chips.

Eliza lashed out; not sure if it was retribution for the punches or the words. Either way, it hurt. I rubbed my jaw. For the first time, I saw something in Eliza that made me think that possibly she felt something more than hate and revenge, more than the desire and need to devastate merely for the sake of destroying. Pain–not in the physical sense but rather internally, like possibly my words had affected her. Did having her soul back for nearly two centuries now change her in some way? The look in her eyes was so subtle and left so swiftly, I could have completely misread the entirety of the situation. Then she changed my mind completely.

You done being a bitch? she asked.

Don’t mince words on my account. My jaw popped as I mumbled my quick response.

I’m asking because we have company. She pointed behind me.

A substantial something was approaching. It was easily over ten feet tall, closer to fifteen, red with a shimmering blue outlining its entire body, and a large broad nose nearly flattened against its face. I racked my brain. It looked familiar in a déjà vu type of way. I almost staggered when struck by the realization of what, or rather who, it was.

Kalandar, I said.

You know the beast?

I know the beast, I had my axe in hand, wondering if I should attack or see how this played out.

And? She was standing by my side.

It was a toss-up which of these two I should be more wary of. Kalandar stopped some twenty feet from us.

Old friend! his voice boomed. It is good to see you.

I might have used a different choice of words, but I am not unhappy to see you, I told him. I guess I’m glad you were finally able to return home, such as it is.

Yes. I cannot imagine this would be an appealing place for you, but to me, he took a heavy breath in through his nose, it is where I most of all desire to be. I figured it was only a matter of time until you joined us. I would very much like to hear what finally did you in.

This one here came down of his own free will, Eliza answered.

Is this true? He was looking at me. I thought the way Jack quipped about your lack of forethought was merely jest! And even if it was not, how could anyone be quite so…what is the correct word?

Unintelligent, dim, thick, dense, stupid, take your pick, Eliza said.

That somehow hurts more than your punch, I told her.

Why would you choose to come here?

Someone I thought I knew and loved asked for my help.

I am not a Sage, Talbot, and I do not pretend to be. But you should perhaps re-think this traveling into other realms to help those in need.

Sounds like sage advice to me, I told him.

She is of your kind? he asked, gesturing to Eliza.

In a way. We share very different philosophies on how we should live our lives and let others live theirs.

Are you the cause of all this current strife? He was looking to the advancing polion line.

I don’t know how that could be, but I’m not going to discount it completely. At least two people down here were expecting my arrival, though all of this seems excessive.

Could be you are merely the spark of ignition. Let us leave this place; polions are nothing to be trifled with and a Luvier demon has been killed. This world will be turned upside down for quite a while as they seek the responsible party.

And what happens when they figure it out?

For comparison, let’s say the Archangel Michael was killed, blood smeared across the walls in his own home. What do you believe the heavenly host might do about it?

We are leaving here. Eliza wisely cut the conversation short. I had done everything but tell Kalandar it was me that had done the deed. There was no possible way I could predict what his reaction to that news would be. And did she know? Or was her distraction just timely?

Come. I can find a temporary shelter from the tempest.

Yeah, I don’t think so, I told him. This is all a little too coincidental. You just happen to stumble across us by the gate? Fuck, I hate to say this, but I’m going to stick with this one. I pointed to Eliza.

This is territory we have already covered, Talbot. There is little you could do if I wished to harm you or take you.

Once upon a time, old friend, I would have agreed with you. That time is long gone. Either help us be free of this place or you should get out of the storm.

You certainly seem confident in your words. Had we the time, I think I would test you merely for the sake of curiosity. Unfortunately, that is a luxury we do not have. So, what is your plan for exit? He seemed bemused, like he had been in prison for decades and had heard untold times how inmates were going to break out though barely any had even tried and none had ever succeeded.

Without a soul, I am told the gate itself is no longer a barrier, I said.

True enough. And them? he asked, pointing beyond and to the very interested Gate Guardians.

Straight through them, I said, seriously enough, yet Kalandar laughed.

There are a great many reasons as to why the gate was created and even more so the Guardians. The highest minds and the greatest powers from both sides met for centuries in the design and implementation of these barriers. There is a similar design in what you might call ‘Heaven’.

This fence and the pearly gates are similar?

Kalandar nodded.

Saint Peter is a Guardian?

Let us just say your kind might not have named him a saint if you knew even a quarter of his deeds, but…yes. Our histories are so bloodied and filled with death that we decided it would be best if we kept separate realms between ourselves and all other worlds.

Doesn’t seem like it has worked all that well.

There is always bleed through, someone who wishes to revisit the old ways or demons who grow weary of their own hell. Those circumstances are dealt with as they happen. Yet, for many centuries there has been a relative peace among the realms, at least from our influence. And by ‘our,’ I mean them as well. He pointed up. That is also a relative term, he added, though he did not elaborate.

Michael. Eliza nodded her head to the polion line that was fast advancing upon us.

We’re leaving, I told him.

Godspeed. He smiled.

Thought that a strange phrase. Not sure I want it, but thank you, I told him.

Eliza grabbed my hand and pulled me to and through the gate. I felt something akin to a small electrical current pass through my body and then we were staring at dozens of feline eyes. I did not relish the thought of fighting my way through them; they were doing a job they were created for, a post most cats only dream of, so I’m told, but I’d be damned if I was going to stay here.

Chapter 2

Azile

The dendrun hole came to an abrupt halt. Azile could feel the ground underneath her shifting, filling up, though she stayed buoyant and above it.

Fourth floor: ladies lingerie, housewares, she said.

What? Linnick asked.

Sorry, that sounds like something my husband would say. I have been around him far too long.

How is it that you mated with him? Was the dark so absolute that you were able to block him out? Perhaps an incredibly strong glimmer charm? Were you compelled?

Come on, we need to leave, Azile told her.

I don’t think I’m stopping you.

Azile did a small incantation and they were once again hovering and moving forward at great speed.

Polions, Linnick said looking off to the west.

We should be able to stay ahead of them.

You don’t believe that, Linnick replied.

Just because you know the truth, breatine, doesn’t mean you should always lend voice to it, Azile muttered some more words and they were moving even faster, the air rushing past her pushed her hair and cape up and behind, giving her an ethereal look.

I liked it better in Tallboat’s pocket. Linnick ducked down and wrapped herself up, completely expecting that they would eventually encounter some bone-breaking, shell-shattering object.

Azile felt that Linnick might be right; she was moving as fast as she could, she was nearly striking a traditional, superhero flying pose. Her head was far out in front of her feet and still, the polions looked as if they would beat her to the gate.

Linnick, I need you! Azile had to shout to be heard.

Busy! she replied.

I will leave you here!

As ugly as Tallboat is, he never threatened me like that, she said as she poked her head above the lip of the garment.

What do you see up ahead? Azile sounded exasperated.

Linnick strained to see. The large demon is easy enough to see. The distance mutes the ugliness, but the overall distorted, twisted and deformed form appears to be Tallboat. There is also what looks like a female of your species, but even from here I can sense something untoward within her. They… She paused. They’re going through the gate.

Is the demon doing nothing?

It is waving.

Are you kidding me? He’s getting a send-off? I swear I cannot let that man go anywhere!

Red Witch, we are not going to make it. The edge of the polion darkness had reached the far side of the gate. The two watched as the demon got down into a three-point stance; they could see the muscles in his arm and neck strain as he pulled a column of energy up into the air and over his head. He grabbed the force with his free hand and pulled it down around his body.

Azile wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing but she had the wisdom to slow her approach to see exactly what happened before proceeding. The energy field built up in the ground at the demon’s feet before radiating out in a circle around it. The blackness of the polion tide was pushed back as the shock of energy rolled over them; it was impossible to see the effects of the power upon the cursed animals but they had been momentarily stopped. Azile waited for the outer rim of the spell to dissipate before she started moving again. The demon had turned and appeared to be departing the area until he caught sight of the flying witch. He held out his right hand. A ball of blue flame began to swirl within his palm, seemingly pulling energy from the fire encompassing his body. Azile touched down lightly no more than twenty feet from the demon.

I mean you no harm, she said.

It is not my safety I am concerned about, he replied.

Michael? You are concerned for Michael’s safety?

I have a debt of sorts. Have you come here on Apollyon’s summons?

Michael is my husband; I came here to save him.

Save him? Is it not apparent that Zeus himself personally watches over that man? My name is Kalandar. You must be…what did he call his mate? Kalandar struggled. Tracy! Ah, how could I forget. He went on and on about how he needed to get back to her as he professed his undying love. I wish it were under better terms that I was allowed to meet the force which drove him so relentlessly.

This is Azile, the famed Red Witch. Did he not mention her? Linnick asked.

This is a strange feeling I have in the pit of my stomach; I am embarrassed for the both of us, Kalandar said. In fairness, our discussion took place many long years ago; this day was not the time to catch up and we barely spoke. I am, at least, thankful the one accompanying him today was neither her nor you, he added hastily. This one, well, was fair enough for your species, but one did not need to dig too deeply past the veneer of her appearance to realize she had rotten fillings.

That was Eliza, Azile replied, and you read her correctly.

If it makes it any better, you are a lovely creature as well, I would imagine, Kalandar said.

How is it that males can be so dense across multiple species? Linnick asked. Whoever put them together built too much of their thought process into their genitalia.

Azile could not stifle the short laugh that issued forth. We must get through the gate. Azile pointed past Kalandar.

Seems to be the theme of the day. I will not attempt to stop you. As I told your mate, who has most likely already suffered a deadly fate, this is not something taken lightly. If you wish you may come with me; I offer a temporary sanctuary.

Temporary? Linnick asked.

I could not hide you forever. Unique individuals will have many eyes looking for them. I would not hand you over, if that is what you are asking, breatine.

Linnick, she said to him. He’s telling the truth, she said to Azile.

As many merits as your offer presents, I think I would much rather leave your world sooner than later.

The second half of what you said is true, Linnick said.

It is called diplomacy; there is no sense in spurning him, she replied quietly.

Are you quite sure you wish to see your husband in his current state? Kalandar turned to look through the shimmering opaque gate. Azile felt like her heart thudded to a stop as she watched the features on Kalandar’s face drop.

What is it? she cried as she ran forward.

Chapter 3

Mike Journal Entry 2

I did not think to see you alive again.

I wish you weren’t so excited to see me, Sebastian, I said sarcastically, and yeah, the cat understood it.

You know a Guardian? You are indeed full of tricks, Eliza said. You will let us pass! she said authoritatively.

Sebastian could not contain his mirth. Why? Because you say so, vampire?

Eliza didn’t take the slight well. I command it! She was shaking with rage.

The guardians moved in closer.

One last chance, Michael. Go back from whence you came. Do not attempt this again, for I will not allow a second time.

Allow? How dare you, you insolent creature! Eliza bared her fangs as the large cats around her hissed, their tails twitching in anticipation of a fight.

A black and white tom, more massive than the others, had come in close, stalking in preparation to pounce. Its belly was low and parallel to the ground, the muscles in its shoulders bunching up. I was thinking this was it, until the cat raised up, its head tilted to the side in confusion. It mewed deeply before stepping back. Suddenly all the guardians felt it; they were looking around at each other.

I have subdued them! Eliza exclaimed. We need to press the attack.

Yeah, hold up there, Toothy. Something else is going on. I didn’t have any clue as to what it was, but I got the feeling they didn’t want to fight at all. Although I could have been a hundred percent wrong; there’s not a one of us that has ever petted a cat who has not received a nasty scratched hand or cheek when said animal decided on a dime that it no longer cared for our ministrations. Never got a warning when those small felines struck; had to imagine it was the same for their bigger brethren. Duplicitous jerks.

Do not attempt to strike out, Sebastian said as he pranced closer.

With the guardian so close, it was all I could do not to attempt to brain him. He was a cat, but that was not what drove the desire to strike out at him. If he got in my way of escaping this hell, then it was him or me. His whiskers twitched as he sniffed all around me. I guess he could sense something in my stance as well because he stayed wary and made sure his eyes were always on mine.

What have you done? he asked as he stepped back.

There’s no way I’m answering that, Sebastian. It leaves me wide open to confess to entirely too many things and I’m not sure which ones you know or which ones would land me in more trouble. Learned that lesson when I was like, six. You tell me what you think you know and we’ll work it from that angle.

You are Michael Talbot, the same man who somehow convinced my Red Witch, one far superior to you in every way imaginable, to bond-mate with her; is that correct?

In every way imaginable? I asked. I don’t think so; my penis is bigger.

Sebastian’s head sagged. That answers that question.

I should hope so! I heard from behind me.

Azile? Is it you?

It is, this from the pint-size breatine in her pocket.

"Linnick?" I nearly sobbed.

Ah, the great Red Witch. I have heard much about you. Sadly, Michael, not much of it has been good, Eliza said. Her eyes appeared to give a concerned slant, but the up tilt of her lips told me she loved giving me this news. My, my, my. How you have grown into your power. I wonder if it wouldn’t have been wiser of me to kill you all those years ago when you were a babe.

Luckily for me, that time has long passed.

Unfortunate for the multitude of your victims, I suppose. Eliza smiled, yet there was no warmth within it.

Kalandar? I asked as the giant demon came through.

Hmm, I did not think that would work, he said as he stared at his hands and arms as if they might mysteriously begin to evaporate. The gate is down, he said as he looked sternly at the guardians as if that might be a good enough reason for them not to attack him. I didn’t think that logic worked; just because a bank vault is left unlocked that doesn’t mean you can take from it at your discretion and not suffer some repercussions. Kalandar seemed to realize this as well, and added to his argument. After using my powers to repel them, my retreat was cut off by the advancing Polions. Logically, if I made it through, it is within reason to believe they can as well. I think our fight should be directed behind me.

Why are you here, Azile? I asked as suspicion and hope warred within my head and heart.

Are there not more pressing matters? Eliza asked.

Not for me, I told her.

I’m here to help, she pleaded.

Help like the gummint? Or like my wife, the woman I love?

How many wives can one man have or love? Kalandar asked.

Not helping, I told him.

When I realized that you were being set-up I came here as fast as I could.

…Or she is attempting to hinder your escape. Her timing is fortuitous, do you not agree? Eliza was undoubtedly adept at fanning the flames of discontent and doubt.

Do not even begin to tell me you are considering believing anything from her! Azile yelled, pointing a finger at Eliza. Oh, I’ll help you escape. Then I’m going to flay you alive! See, here she was talking to me. I knew for sure because only I could make her that angry.

Linnick? I asked.

Don’t you dare! Tough to say who Azile was talking to, the breatine or me. How dare you attempt to discern my truth from another’s lie.

It was with great willpower that I kept from looking down at Linnick, like, even more than when I would go to the beach with the entire family and a bikini-clad jogger would pass by. Yeah, that difficult to not look. What I wouldn’t have given for a pair of dark sunglasses. Well, either situation presents hazards not worth broaching.

I trust you, I said.

Fool! Where did that get you the last time? Eliza asked.

Azile, even though I am your familiar, I cannot let you pass and there is no magic you possess that you could use to force your way through, Sebastian said.

You would kill me if I attempted? Azile asked.

It would pain me greatly, but I cannot let you go. I warned you to stay away from him; I knew his foolhardiness would eventually cause you great misfortune. Never has one so willing to act with so little thought beforehand existed.

Instinct, I said in defense.

"Instinct is deeply ingrained in the nature of an animal. Part of the mechanism that enables the survival of the particular animal. Your instinct would seem to be in direct contrast to that principle."

It is funny because it is true, Kalandar said.

We’re leaving, Sebastian. All of us. We can fight if you wish, but I’m looking at who I’ve got here with me and I’m willing to take my chances, I said.

You are free to go, he replied.

Wait, just like that? I answered. I could hear Azile’s palm slap against her forehead.

You married him, Eliza replied to the gesture.

Sebastian nodded at my question. I took a step, as did Eliza; the cats moved in closer.

You said we could leave, I said.

"I said you could leave," Sebastian stressed.

Per usual, I hadn’t a clue as to what was going on. I needed answers and I needed them fast. Apparently, the gate was down and there was an army of dark creatures coming our way. I was tired and done fighting for the moment.

Why Sebastian? Why can I go and the others cannot?

You are a Luvier; you can come and go as you please. It was said in hushed tones, almost as in reverence.

I wasn’t exactly sure what that entailed, but I was quick enough to realize it meant I had some power of sorts; it was time to flex it.

We are all leaving, I said, expecting a fight. The guardians backed up.

As you wish, Sebastian replied.

I immediately looked at Eliza; did I want her to come? One word from

Reviews for Lycan Fallout 5

[Jahn Legh-Page · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Excellent conclusion to a fascinating ride that began nearly 4 months and 20 books ago. It’s wrapped up incredibly well and delivers on all of the expectations built through Zombie Fallout to now.