Heavens Shifter

By Scarlet Le Clair

When Nevaeh is kidnapped and her blood drained for her powers, she believes her life to be over.

 

A handsome stranger materialises and saves her from her fate only to disappear into the woods before emergency services come to save her.Now she will have to rebuild her life over again, finding a place to live, a place she can call home.

Will she ever see her gorgeous hero again or is he just destined to plague her dreams?

 

Dane's life was over when his soulmate was killed in a tragic accident when they were kids.

 

Now he just moves through life, protecting his pack and the town they live in. That is until he pulls a woman from what appears to be an abandoned cabin in the woods. Her face sets his soul aflame, calls to him. How can she be his long lost Anya when he buried her himself? Will this mysterious female hold enough light to bring him from his darkness?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Scarlet Le Clair
• Release date: Feb 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9798201692469

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Chapter One

Nevaeh

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Lying on the hard, wooden table in a cold, dark room in the basement, Nevaeh knew it was useless to struggle. Even though she was not tied to it by physical ropes, she was being held there by invisible ties, magical traps painted onto the table, the walls, floors and ceilings of the house where she was being held, prisoner.

They were made up of several complex symbols that formed a circle, painted in black and silver by the skilled hands of a hunter. These traps were also the reason that her fellow brothers and sisters were unable to track her and save her from these savage beings who held her captive. She could just make out the symbols on the ceiling above her head by what little light came in through the two small rectangular windows, set high on the wall opposite her.

At first, she had tried to escape, but as the days turned into weeks, she had become resigned to the fact that she was never going to leave this dark, damp hell. She would be completely drained of her powers soon, and then they would kill her and probably dump her in the woods for some wild animal to nourish themselves.

It was her own fault that she had been captured, she had been sent here on a locate and track mission to find the hunter group that she had now been caught. Nevaeh was under orders not to reveal herself under any circumstances. Everything was going well, she had located them within two days and had tracked them for weeks after that, putting all her training to use, moving stealthily along, almost invisible.

Then one day a few months back there was an accident; one of the hunter’s children had wandered off in the night and had fallen down an old well in the forest – and was stuck and severely hurt. The Hunters group had not noticed the child wandering off, and Nevaeh felt she had to follow the boy to keep him safe.

She’d had no choice but to show herself and had saved the child only to find out that it was an ambush, they had known she was following them. But how? She was one of the best trackers there was, that’s why she was given this mission to track this group as many others before her had failed.

This pack were not only hunters but also shifters, she had seen them with her own eyes. What, before now she had only read about in training manuals, and ancient books passed down from the old ages. She had watched as one by one they changed into huge dark coloured wolves, with glowing purple eyes, snarling and growling, fighting amongst themselves, before running deep into the forest to hunt some poor unsuspecting prey.

There had been multiple angel disappearances over the past five years, and the archangels believed that this group were involved somehow.

The archangels didn’t know why a group of hunters would want angels or how they were managing to cloak them. They were not killing their captives, or every angel alive would feel the pain, it was as if they just vanished, the silvery teal link that bonded them all to each other, broken. So, as a last resort, they had come to her. Nevaeh was one of their best trackers but not a great fighter, some argued that she should be given a warrior angel as protection, but they were all tied up fighting some other evil in Vale Do Javari, Brazil.

The Amazon held many secrets and many evils and often needed angelic help to keep those evils from unleashing hell on earth. So, she was sent alone just to observe them and see if she could figure out what was going on. Well, she had at least figured out what was happening.

Angels were immortal, but the body she had inhabited was not, and now that they had drained her of most of her power she was more human than angel. Nevaeh had begun to feel human emotions; anger, humiliation, loneliness and most of all fear. It was all alien to her; Angels didn’t really feel, they just were. Sure, there was pain at any time - given one of them died, but that was very few and far between. Nevaeh couldn’t remember the last time that she had felt pain, before this last few months.

The hunters were using incantations and rituals from the dawn of time; they could drain power from any supernatural being, angels included. It gave them youth and strength but also other abilities adding to their already incredible senses, speed, hearing and smell. All texts describing the ritual and mantras were supposed to have been destroyed some millennia ago when an archangel tried to take over Heaven using these same rituals on her brothers and sisters. She was caught and locked up in a room like the one Neveah was in now, with some of that same magic to keep her trapped, in the bowels of heaven, never to be rereleased. Some say she had gone mad, sitting alone day after day for eternity.

Nevaeh shivered as a breeze blew her hair lightly over one shoulder. Once long and shimmering silver it was now a dull, lifeless grey, she felt weak, only a small amount of her heavenly power remained. She could feel it in her chest, the slightest warm feeling, a little energy sparking at her fingertips, but it was not enough, to save her, not enough to call for help or to alert the other angels of the danger.

Her heart started to race when she heard deep, angry voices above her and knew that the pack had returned, dread causing the bile to rise into her throat. She swallowed the bitter taste back down and took a few deep breaths; she would try not to show them that she was terrified, they liked her scared, they got off on her fear. Closing her eyes tightly, she waited for the noise of the old wooden door creaking open, giving way to the sound of thunderous footsteps on the basement stairs. But they didn’t come, what she heard instead was a massive explosion, that shook the foundations and caused ringing in her ears. Dust and plaster fell onto her from above causing her to cough and splutter.

She heard the terrible screams of men and women who were hurt and dying. What was left of her power started to pulse, the need to help these people, to either cure them or send them on to their next journey, was strong, but she was too weak. In the background snarling and the sound of a fight going on was unmistakable. Had her family finally found her? Had they come to save her? Hope started to surge through her until the faint smell of smoke hit her, and she could hear the crackle of a fire. Panic overwhelmed Nevaeh, and she struggled against the bonds that held her. She felt them weaken, the fire and the effects of the explosion must have destroyed the traps. Every ounce of power that she had left she put into getting off the table, one by one her limbs became free, adrenaline and hope now surging through her system once more gave her the strength to do it.

This was it! She was going to get out of here, at last, she had a chance.

Sitting up on the table made her feel a little lightheaded and nauseous, taking a moment to steady herself she slowly put her feet on the concrete floor which was cold against her bare feet and got up, holding tightly onto the table for support. The fabric was rough against her skin. Taking a deep breath, Nevaeh tried to decide on how she was going to escape.

She looked at the door at the top of the stairs; smoke had started to seep underneath it, she wasn’t sure just how far the fire had spread. Shakily she made her way to the foot of the stairs, focusing hard on putting one step in front of the other, her legs slowly remembering how to work. She got a firm grasp of the stair rail and pulled herself up. It was painfully slow, being so weak it was a tremendous effort to climb the stairs.

The wooden steps groaned and creaked at each step although they stood firm. When Nevaeh reached the top, she paused for a few moments to get her breath back, the dizziness threatening to take over and send her crashing to the ground. The sound of a child cry brought her back although she wasn’t sure if it was real or all in her head, it didn’t matter, she needed to get out of this building.

Putting her hand on the door handle, she pulled it back sharply; it was scolding hot, placing her palm against the door she could feel it was also heating up. The fire was close; there was no way she could risk opening the door now. She had to find another way out.

The windows!

Nevaeh remembered the tiny windows downstairs.

Back down the stairs, she went, faster this time, knowing that the fire was close and that the door wouldn’t hold up for long. She concentrated on not falling, as she eyed the windows. Her slim build would easily fit through them, but they were too high up for her.

Nevaeh looked around, her eyes resting on the table she had just vacated. She quickly made her way to it and started to drag it back to the windows, stopping and starting. Once it was close enough she climbed up on it; her energy resources were depleting, quickly, her hand throbbing in pain from the burn.

She tested the window lock and found it easy to open; she thanked her father for that. Pushing against the frame, she found herself fading fast; the window swung open easily, she hoisted herself up and started to wriggle out, thankful that she was wearing jeans and a sweater when they caught her.

They had not bothered to take her clothes, but they had taken her shoes when she had kicked Damon, the beta wolf, in the face the first day they had taken her. She’d given him a bloody nose and bruised eyes, but what they had done to her in return had been much worse, and from then on, she had learned not to fight back.

The sounds of a fight were now in the distance; she could not hear anything other than the crackle and snaps, bangs and crashes as the fire tore through the building, destroying everything and everyone in its path with no distinction between good and evil.

Nevaeh was most of the way through when large black dots started to cloud her eyesight, she fought against it and carried on pulling herself through, but it was getting harder and harder to try. She rested her head, just for a little bit she told herself. She closed her eyes and felt herself drifting off to sleep but knew she shouldn’t. Nevaeh was too exhausted to fight.

Oh my God, Anya? a deep male voice sounded close.

Suddenly she found herself being lifted and carried away from the building and she lazily opened her eyes and saw she was now closer to the road near the tree line; she feared that one of the pack had found her again and that she had never really escaped them.

Forcing her eyes open wider, she discovered that it was not one of the pack, but a man she had never seen before. He was tall with dark skin and exceptionally well built. Swirling, tribal-like tattoos covered his arms and