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The concrete cell reeked with
a mixture of rotten trash, burning flesh, and the sweet tanginess of blood.
Haedyn twitched her nose. No matter how often she had to deal with it, she'd
never get used to that smell. It was horrible.
Dirt crunched and rolled under
the soles of her boots as she circled the silver chair in the middle of the
room. Its occupant was furious, snapping and snarling at her. Not that she
blamed him. Being captured by a demon's minion wouldn't rate high on her list
of fun, either.
The prisoner struggled against
his restraints. “Bitch. My Alpha’s gonna kill you. Just wait," he growled,
pupils wide with the animosity of a trapped animal. "He’ll come here and
rip through that white skin of yours like it's a sheet of paper, then hang your
head on the wall like a trophy.”
She rolled her eyes and
ignored his aggression. Werewolves had the worst tempers, especially when they
were wounded or trapped. This one was both. Plus, he’d been drugged and was
unable to change to his more powerful wolf form. Yeah, he was beyond pissed.
She sighed and continued
circling. He'd wear himself out eventually. The anger and vile comments were
all part of the process. Then the next phase would begin, full of tears and
begging. That's when she'd break him; make him tell her where to find the
human. But for now, she'd play the game until he was ready.
“Where's the human?”
"I ain't telling you shit."
He spat on the floor at her feet.
"Tell me where the human is and
I'll set you free."
The werewolf narrowed his
yellow eyes. "You won't set me free. You think I don't know who you are?
You're that demon Azazel's little bitch. You don't set no one free. You kill
Haedyn clenched her jaw. The
werewolf was right; he wasn't going to leave here alive. She needed that
information and there was only one way he was going to tell her. Poor sap. He
just forced her hand.
She circled the chair again.
This was the part of the job she hated. Inflicting pain. Killing. Every time
she heard them scream, made them bleed, she swore a piece of her insides turned
It was the price she paid for
serving a demon. But she didn't have a choice. Either she did what was expected
of her or she faced punishment from her master.
Demons didn’t give second
chances, and Azazel was no different. Disobeying his orders meant death. And
even if she was stupid enough to go up against him, she had no one to turn to
She was the last Unnamed. A
mistake created by the demons and angels, which is why they killed off the rest
of her kind. Humans mistakenly called her “albino” and kept their distance once
they saw her deep red eyes. The supernatural world thought she was an
abomination. If they weren't scared shitless of her, then they wanted to kill
She didn't fit in and she was
all alone. Which is why she made the decision fourteen years ago to do whatever
she had to in order to survive. Serving Azazel was the only choice she had.
Besides, what else would she
do? She was evil, part demon. And like Azazel said the night he found her at
the orphanage, she had a gift for death. One which he had honed. Now, she was
his best interrogator, his best assassin.
Haedyn looked again at the
werewolf. He shifted and squirmed, pulling at his shackles. Drops of blood
beaded along his forehead. She smelled the panic and the fear mixed in with his
sweat. Then she met his eyes. For a brief moment, a part of her screamed to let
him go. She quickly pushed the impulse away.
Discipline. She had to
maintain discipline. Compassion was a weakness. How many times had Azazel
pounded that into her during their sessions? Fourteen years of intense training
and still she had to remind herself.
She closed her eyes, burying
the whispers of empathy deep inside. A stillness settled within her. Then she
re-emerged as the cold-hearted, unemotional assassin Azazel had molded her
This is what she was trained to
be. This is what she was trained to do. Save them. Deliver them. It's
what kept her alive, and that’s all that mattered.
She walked behind the
prisoner. He bucked harder against his chains and handcuffs. She leaned in
close to his ear and whispered, “The silver chair and all those silver chains,
they're burning you. I can smell your skin roasting. And just as it heals, the
silver sears it off again. Must be painful.”
Haedyn paused, watching his
shoulders and chest heave. Sweat dripped down his neck and back, mixing with
the blood on the floor. He panted. It wouldn’t be long now.
“I can see it, you know, the
wolf within you," she continued. "Your beast wants to heal and
protect you. It's raging to be released. It rolls under your skin like ripples
on a pond and just before it breaks the surface, it crawls away like a scared,
little puppy. You know the drug I gave you is still swirling in your system,
keeping you from turning. Yet you keep trying to shift. Why do you torture your
The prisoner’s growl grew
louder and he yanked again at his restraints.
"Tell me where to find
the human. Tell me, and I’ll end your suffering.”
The werewolf stopped and
leaned back in the chair. He took a ragged breath, “I’m dead whether I tell you
or not. ”
Haedyn straightened and looked
down at the back of her prisoner’s head. So fierce and honorable. His pack
leader, the Alpha Wolf, would be proud.
She ran her gloved hands
through his short, brown hair. Then grabbed a handful and yanked his head back.
Through her darkened glasses, she could see the anger and disgust in his eyes.
He hated her, but soon she would be his savior. Like she was to all those who
came before him. She delivered them, away from evil, just like they were meant
She flipped a silver dagger
out from its sheath around her waist and let the yellow glow from the dingy, fluorescent
lights glare upon the blade. She pressed the tip along her prisoner’s right
cheek, puncturing the skin just enough to draw blood, and slowly drew it down
the length of his face.
It wasn’t the actual cut that
caused pain, not for a werewolf. They have a relatively high tolerance. It was
the slicing with silver that caused the burn of agony.
Haedyn moved the blade down
his body splitting the skin in different areas as she went. With each mark she
made, the victim flinched and clenched his jaw. Then she stabbed the dagger
straight through the bones in his wrist, pinning his arm to the chair and
bringing a loud growl from his throat. She plunged more daggers into him, one
in his other wrist and one in each foot. The silver seared the skin where it
punctured and began eating away at his bones like acid. Ignoring the werewolf’s
tormented howls, she took a silver rod and slammed it through his kneecap. His
screams reverberated off the walls of the small chamber.
She stood before him and
stared. His veins darkened with the poison of silver seeping through his body.
He cried and begged for death. It was almost over.
“Tell me,” she said.
He sobbed and hung his head.
“Tell me,” she demanded.
“I’ll take them out and put them all back in again, unless you tell me.”
“No! No, please.”
“Tell me. And I’ll end your
The werewolf took in a deep breath and slowly let it out.
“Medford. The last place we tracked him to was Medford, Mass. It's... It's
right outside Boston.”
Haedyn looked at the
surveillance camera in the upper corner of the cell and nodded. Her job was
almost done. Save them. Deliver them.
The prisoner raised his head
and look at her. “Kill me," he said. "Please."
It was time, he was ready.
She had broken him and now she’d free him.
A tear dripped slowly from
the corner of his yellow eyes. Her own eyes burned. She pulled out her .44
magnum, and shot him in the head.
Jennifer L. Oliver was born and raised in North Carolina and now lives on Florida's gulf coast with her husband, two cats, a Royal Bahamian Potcake dog, and multiple fish. She is the author of dark urban fantasy and paranormal thrillers. When she's not writing, you can find her giggling with her granddaughter and enjoying time with her family and friends. For more about Jennifer, visit her website at www.jenniferloliver.com or follow her on Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest.
Haedyn's Choice was just the right amount of fantasy and intrigue and romance with a bit of drama and fight to it. I loved the story line and I loved that it wasn't like a lot of the other books I've read. What I love the most is that to me, it was not predictable. I did not want to read the ending to see if I was right about what was going to happen. I am happy I didn't because it was definitely a twist I was not prepared for. Just to make sure I read what I read correctly, I read the last page three times.
For a while I got to the point where I lost interest in reading every fantasy book out there, whether adult or young adult. My friends had been suggesting some but I could not bring myself to buy or even borrow them to read. After reading Haedyn's Choice, I am finding or as some say "FEENING" for more.
I can't wait for the next installation. Ms. Jennifer L Oliver has done a wonderful job telling this story.
*Disclosure of Material Connection: I am a member of Reading Addiction Blog Tours and a copy of this book was provided to me by the author. Although payment may have been received by Reading Addiction Blog Tours, no payment was received by me in exchange for this review. There was no obligation to write a positive review. All opinions expressed are entirely my own and may not necessarily agree with those of the author, publisher, publicist, or readers of this review. This disclosure is in accordance with the Federal Trade Commision’s 16 CFR, Part 255, Guides Concerning Use of Endorcements and Testimonials in Advertising**Disclosure of Material Connection: I am a member of Reading Addiction Blog Tours and a copy of this book was provided to me by the author. Although payment may have been received by Reading Addiction Blog Tours, no payment was received by me in exchange for this review. There was no obligation to write a positive review. All opinions expressed are entirely my own and may not necessarily agree with those of the author, publisher, publicist, or readers of this review. This disclosure is in accordance with the Federal Trade Commision’s 16 CFR, Part 255, Guides Concerning Use of Endorcements and Testimonials in Advertising*