Free Sword of Inquest (La Patron's Sword Book 1) by Sydney Addae Page B

whenever the man opened them the virus would change letters in the reports at random. Once started, the virus couldn’t be shut down or reversed, rendering the information inaccurate and for the most part, unreadable. A fitting end to the man’s reign of butchering innocents.
    Hawke had no idea how long he lay staring at the object of his desire, the longer in her presence, the stronger his mind and need for her grew. He vibrated with wanting her.
    His head lifted, and he sniffed. A familiar scent hit him.
    Greggor. And since “coward” described the man, Hawke knew there were hybrids nearby. He peered down and saw two hybrids circling the tree. He glanced at Asia and called through the link.
    “ Asia .” Because she hadn’t opened her end of the link, his warning didn’t penetrate her sleep. He ground his teeth in frustration and scented the air to seek Greggor’s location. The man hid a few feet away in a copse of trees with another hybrid.
    Determination to lead them from Asia blazed through him. He leapt from the branches, and shifted to his hybrid form midair and landed on a nearby tree. The hybrids on the ground raced behind him. He continued moving deeper into the forest, pulling them away from her place of rest and didn’t stop until Greggor left that area altogether.
    Satisfied she was safe, he calculated the distance between the two hybrids and Greggor. He planned to kill them all. Hawke had four forms. Human, wolf, hybrid and bulked hybrid. In his bulked form he resembled a shorter Hulk standing at around seven feet. But according to Lord Boris, the metal bones in his arms and legs gave him similar strength to the green creature.
    Hawke maximized the bulk on his hybrid form and dropped to the ground. Blood pumped through his veins, his wolf gloried in the freedom to release aggression against those who represented his enemy.
    Ten inches , razor-sharp claws sprung from his fingertips. Sharp fangs lengthened, crowding his mouth and resting on his chin. Long toenails lengthened and curved as his feet widened. It had been too long.
    The first hybrid leapt forward, and he caught him in the throat, holding him off the ground in mid-air while watching the second hybrid approach. These two were cannon fodder and not the most dangerous in the group. He tried to lock in on Greggor but the scheming man had moved again.
    Hawke threw the hybrid at the large wolf that’d leapt into the clearing, knocking the animal back. With a quick dip, he jumped up and landed on a branch, missing the second hybrid’s punch. Scenting the air, two full-bloods had joined the fight, his wolf growled at the dominance challenge. He leapt to the ground, grabbed a wolf and pierced his neck with his claws. Hawke backhanded the hybrid and sent him flying into a nearby tree.
    The other wolf jumped on his back trying to get a grip on his wide neck. The other hybrid landed a punch to his stomach and face. Hawke picked up Greggor’s location, it was across the clearing. He saw the tranq gun in his hand and knew the man waited for an opening to shoot him full of tranquilizers. Asia would be left unprotected and he couldn’t allow that to happen.
    With a roar, he grabbed the wolf from his back and slammed the beast onto the hybrid, knocking it off him. He snapped the wolf neck, took aim and threw him at Greggor. The man’s eyes widened, and he jumped aside. The beast hit the third hybrid and knocked him back a few feet.
    Hawke snatched up the hybrid and dragged him to the side as a cover, and then rammed his fist into his face in the same manner he’d seen Asia do yesterday. Bone crumpled and blood poured down his hand. He didn’t recall seeing this much blood before but the deed was done. Next he twisted the head for good measure until it broke free of the spinal cord and dropped the carcass.
    He sensed Greggor crawling and sought to reach him before the man got off a shot. No one knew better than him how potent the tranquilizer was, he’d