Terra's Fate

Book 3: The Darkest Day

by Danielle Forrest

Genres: Alien Invasion; Space Exploration

Synopsis

Terra just wanted to work. Unfortunately, instead of a job, she got a one-way trip to the shifter internment camps. Struggling with denial, she rails against the system, insisting they've made a mistake. That is, until she meets Annie, a parentless child thrust into the same unforgiving environment. But as she falls into a pattern caring for the girl, an even darker reality assaults her.Terrified, Terra escapes the camp in an act of desperation and stumbles on a hidden society. They welcome her freely, but she doesn't trust them, ready to flee at a moment's notice.But a greater threat looms, the fate of humans and shifters alike hanging in the balance. Then, just as the battle seems to be over, the fight hits home. Can Terra come to accept herself before prejudice's toxic touch destroys them all?Terra's Fate is Book 3 in the Darkest Day Series and is not a standalone novel.

 

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Release date: May 15, 2020

Publisher: The Eternal Scribe Publishing

Print pages: 260

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Prologue

“Let’s talk,” Kyle Avery said, looking down at the human filth lounging on a cot in the corner of the holding cell. He clenched his fists, jaw tight with frustration and anger.

Springs groaned as Wilhem Haus shifted on his bed, glancing out at Kyle from the deepest shadows. His face dipped in and out of the prison’s dim light. It was a dark hole, a cesspit meant only for the foulest criminals.

Then again, what could you expect when you literally betrayed the entire world?

Kyle leaned against the opposite wall, playing at a nonchalance he didn’t feel. He had devoted months to finding the culprits, to putting them behind bars. They’d tried to sabotage two separate missions he was on.

Wilhem was the first real lead he’d had. He wouldn’t let it go to waste.

So he waited.

From his personal experience, people tended to hate two things: silence and stillness. Kyle excelled at both.

With arms crossed over his chest, he waited. Wilhem lounged as if enjoying a warm day at the beach, soaking up the rays, arms resting behind his head. He’d had little interaction with the criminal at Kennedy Moon Station, but suspected this was par for the course.

His gut churned as he let his mind drift, remembering recent events. The klaxon of an alarm, the red emergency lighting, racing to save their lives, to save everyone’s lives. He half smelled the taint of the battlefield—smoke, death, and cordite.

Really, those were the scents of his life.

Time drifted like a lazy river. Kyle stared his prey down.  A menacing omen of death that had no qualms or remorse, he did what needed doing, no more and no less.

Kyle didn’t check his watch or fidget or otherwise give away his perception of the passage of time. He just stood against the wall like a statue, a deadly harbinger come to punish the prisoner for his crimes.

“I miss him,” Wilhem whispered, his gruff voice echoing in the dead air. That voice had seen better days, almost painful in its gravelly, chainsaw tones, and yet so quiet a pin drop could silence it.

Kyle continued in mute stillness, letting the prisoner fill the void.

Wilhem glanced up, his eyes shining from the darkness, broadcasting his pain. “I’m not a bad person.” He sat up and stared at his hands in his lap. “Just practical. It was a job.” He cleared his throat as his voice got so bad it was barely decipherable. Then he looked up at Kyle, staring him dead in the eyes, a determined strength flooding them.

“It’s not over yet.”