Shadowlands Sector,Three - Mila Young

Shadowlands Sector Three

There is no more running…

...this time, I’m willing to fight to the death. Mine and theirs.

Because of me, my three mates have been captured by our enemy, and once again I am all alone.

But I can’t let the enemy’s treachery be their fate. Not for me, not for the future we thought we had.

My only option is to take this fight to him. Let embrace the monster inside me I have feared my whole life.

The enemy thinks I’m the key to his biggest problem...

The undead.

I can’t be that key. I must return. I must save my men. No matter the cost.

I’m running out of time. My life for the alphas.

I have one choice. That’s an easy decision. And my monster agrees. We’re out for blood, and this time I’m not leaving until the enemy pays.

Shadowlands Sector is the final book in this trilogy. The spin-off series, Savage Sector, is set in the same world and is coming out soon. Find an exclusive first look at chapter one at the end of this novel.

Chapter 1

Meira

Fear strangles my chest.

I step back, using all four paws easily, which is strange in itself.

I’m a freaking wolf with tawny, reddish fur. No longer the girl I was a year ago… or even the girl I was yesterday. We live in a brutal world and it changes you. Both mentally and physically in my case.

My gaze whips to my three men, three Alphas… three mates who’ve claimed me. And it kills me to see them lying on the ground, knocked out by Mad’s men to get to me. And all I can remember is them being attacked, the terror in Dušan’s eyes as he fell. Then I transformed.

These men who’ve attacked us inch toward me, a semi-circle of half a dozen.

I want them to pay with every fibre of my being, but I’m not even sure how to control my new wolf body.

My wolf is her own entity and it’s like there’s two of us in my body fighting for dominance. Is that how the other wolves feel?

She shoves against my insides, and I stumble on my feet to grasp onto any semblance of normality.

Involuntarily tilting my head back, I raise my chin and unleash a shattering howl.

A shiver flares over me, my mind fluttering between sanity and the savagery of my wolf. She’s so strong I can barely hold her back.

Hunger and revenge course through me, the emotions rip at me. She craves death, unlike anything I’ve ever imagined.

Pure addictive ferocity, and I’m salivating at the thought. Except that’s not me, is it?

Mad and his assholes approach me in slow motion in a semi-circle to trap me. Still, fear swims in their gazes and I smell it in their air like sour perspiration.

The syringe draws my attention to Mad’s fist.

A tall brute lunges toward me, roaring more like a bear than a wolf. Something flashes over my thoughts, like a spark of energy.

Next thing, I’m darting toward the man threatening me, my head in two places at once. I scream on the inside as I crash into his middle, and bring him down fast. While my wolf snarls with satisfaction, panic frantically chills my bones that she has control over me. That I am the one in the backseat of this relationship.

Faster than lightning, she snaps back to his face, teeth sinking into neck. She rips out his throat so fast, the man has no chance to scream.

Terror latches onto me, and I’m backpedaling, grappling to draw her back. My mind drowns in images of her completely dominating me.

I cling onto that semblance of control as she pulls against me.

If I truly let go and my wolf were to take charge, will I ever find myself again?

Mad smirks, not even caring that his man is gurgling on his own blood feet from him.

I growl, lips peeled back, the back of my neck bristling with fur. The white haired Alpha had captured me in the woods so long ago to trade me. He’s going to pay for ambushing his true Alpha, Dušan, and betraying him.

One of his fighters, a barrel of a man, comes at me, a snarl on his lips. Another charges my way too, already in animal form. A gray wolf with a huge head.

Instinct jolts through me, and my wolf snaps into action, taking charge. Except, I hold on and am there with her, both of us pressed together in the driver’s seat. Shoulder to shoulder, we shove each other while battling