Free Soul Resurrected (Sons of Wrath, #2) by Keri Lake Page A

katanas, and something else that caught Calla’s eye.
    “May I?” Calla brushed a hand over the black wrist crossbow.
    “Sure. Though, I don’t know how practical that weapon’ll be for you. You’d have to be a good shot. And we hit the underground scene quite a bit.”
    A waist quiver filled with small silver arrows lay beside it. Calla examined the bow for a moment, and slipped the fingerless leather glove attached to the metallic frame over her hand.
    So lightweight.
    She held her hand level. The trigger button could be palpated on the palm of the glove. Pulling back the taut crossbow string, she cocked it in place and rested a sharp silver arrow on the track.
    “Be careful, Calla,” Ayden warned. “Gavin will shit himself if you ruin his walls. They’re kinda irreplaceable, ya know—painted by an early century artist.”
    Calla stepped back and aimed the bow at the box-spring of the bed. She pushed the button and a powerful thrust knocked her back a step. The arrow shot like a missile and pierced the bed, leaving only the nock sticking out.
    “I’ll take this one.” Adrenaline spread through her body, inciting a smile.
    “Here.” Ayden held out a hand. “You’ll still need a dagger for close-range kills.”
    Calla slipped the dagger into a hip holster and admired her new weapon.
    “So, I take it you were kicked out?”
    Calla paused for a moment and set down the bow. “Yeah.” She shook her head. “The guy straight-up hates me.”
    “Logan’s a tough one to crack. Don’t let him get to you.” Ayden ran a hand through her hair. “By the way, I’m supposed to let you know, Gavin’s got a new security guard on the property. If you see him, stay away. Seriously. Don’t go near him.”
    “What is he?”
    “Fallen. Shady bastards. And they have a thing for human females so I wouldn’t go off wandering around here by yourself.”
    “What’s he doing here?”
    “Gavin felt he needed to up security. They’ve had a few breaches lately. Said it was something he hadn’t seen before.”
    “Something breached security? Here?”
    “Well, not before the ghouls got to it.” Ayden shrugged. “But Draven’s still out there. Gavin’s not taking any chances. The fallen are natural watchers and supposedly Xander’s the best at … well, taking care of business.”
    The sound of Draven’s name shot a spasm through Calla’s muscles. “I’ll stay away.” Calla caught a glimpse of a white scar peeking out of Ayden’s sleeve. “What’s it like? All your memories. Back.”
    Ayden glanced away, her brow furrowed. “Great. I’ll see you downstairs. We leave in ten.”
    “Got it.” Ayden’s curt response made it clear Ayden had no interest in chatting about anything personal. “Any idea where we’re going?”
    “Gavin received a tip earlier today. Some guy named Marrick. Claims to know where to find Draven.”
    “Who is he?”
    “Gavin doesn’t know. Supposed to meet up at Moonshines, which is owned by Ryke, who’s on Gavin’s shit list for the Demortis. So Gav assumes he must be in with Ryke, somehow. Kill two birds with one stone kinda thing—look for Ryke, and see what this guy’s about. No doubt, the place will be swarming with wolves.”
    Perfect . Exactly the kind of place she needed to blow off some steam.

CHAPTER 8
    Burning trashcans lit the night sky as Draven sat crouched behind a building and watched the five Alexi warming themselves by it amid the bums. Easy targets—idiots hadn’t even removed the patches from their coats. Shit, he’d have all of them rounded up by the end of the night at that rate.
    When the biggest in the group broke away, a hulking kid about the age of twenty, or so, Draven recognized him as one everyone called Deuce. Lycans had taken down his entire family, including three brothers who’d been just as big. He’d come to the Alexi compound about two years prior, and had proven to be a pretty good fighter, though he wasn’t much for a tactical