Nash
As soon as the helicopter lands, I’m on the ground. Another day, another jungle. Memories of my soldier days rise and flash through my mind. But no flashbacks. For the first time in decades, my mind is clear.
My lion is quiet, biding his time. He knows I’ll let him out soon. He was born for this. Not a monster. A warrior, born for battle. Born to protect my own. An alpha.
We assemble about a mile out from the target. Everyone’s quiet, readying for battle. Denali stands nearby, staring into the underbrush. She’s so beautiful, her face composed. She wears dark, loose fitting clothes. As soon as we get close, she’ll let loose her lioness. Despite everything, I’m looking forward to seeing her animal again.
Jackson walks by and I lean close to him. “I have a favor to ask.” I jerk my ch
