Jericho is an accomplished operative working for a clandestine organization. Living a modest life in Iowa, he is drawn to Charlotte and pulled into the web of her own secrets. The realization that he could love her forever creates a dilemma. Does he love her or does he let her go. He lives in a dangerous world, one where death is the only escape. When a hit goes wrong, his client puts a price on his head and Jericho has to go underground. He leaves his life behind without thinking twice and also the woman he loves. He vanishes into thin air and starts hunting those sent to kill him. When Charlotte awakens his dormant memories, he realizes the truth. He is a descendant from a long line of people who shift into wolves. On the day he is meant to die, Kiran Sinclair saves him and he wakes up in Seward, Alaska. With his wolf abilities no longer dormant, Jericho knows that the Director will stop at nothing to destroy his entire family and Jericho takes the fight to him. His tale is a compelling blend of intrigue, romance, and remorse.
더 보기We all have that one moment in life, where you think, this is just how things are, then that unexpected twist occurs and it changes everything. Sometimes you can see the change as it happens, and other times it’s in the blink of an eye. That’s how it happened for me.
I came home early from an assignment and there it was, that one moment in life that changes absolutely everything. I put my backpack down in the living room and walked down the short hall to our bedroom. The television was on and it drowned out the other noises, otherwise I might have known before I opened that door.
It was slightly ajar and I pushed it open. I took in every little detail. She was on top of him, oblivious to the fact that I was standing at the door. I looked at them for a few moments, gyrating together and I wasn’t even shocked. I wasn’t as hurt and angry as I should have been, maybe I was just humiliated.
“Nice,” I said and turned around as the shock registered on her face. She had a blanket wrapped around herself and she rushed into the living room where I was already putting my backpack on. I picked my helmet up as she grabbed my arm.
“Blake…” I couldn’t look at her. I didn’t care to hear her excuses.
“Go back to your friend, I’m sure you have some unfinished business together,” I said.
She stood in front of the door blocking it and her eyes were pleading. “I’m sorry. It was a mistake! You’ve been so distant lately and you’re never home anymore. You’re always out on assignments.”
I looked at the helmet in my hand and all I wanted was to leave. “That’s your excuse?”
She looked down briefly. “I’m sorry. Can we please just talk about this?”
“What’s there to talk about? I work and you screw other men. It doesn’t work for me.”
Nataly’s grip on my arm tightened. “Blake. Don’t throw away three years just because I had sex with someone else. He doesn’t mean anything.”
“That just makes it worse, Nataly. If you felt something for him, maybe I could try to see how this happened. Emotions cloud our judgment, but the fact that you feel nothing for him just means that you’re easy.”
“Dammit, Blake. Don’t do this,” she said, her voice growing softer.
“Go back to your friend. I’m done here. I’m not mad at you and I’m not going to make a scene. I’m definitely not going to fight for whatever it is we had, because it certainly wasn’t a relationship,” I said.
I pushed past her and opened the front door. Three years of my life had been wasted thinking that I had been happy with her. It was probably not the first time either, I realized.
“Blake!” She yelled after me.
“Goodbye, Nataly.” I walked out of the front door and my home and headed to the elevator. I walked out of our apartment building and I never went back. I left everything behind and just drove. I drove to the apartment I kept in the city and called my handler, Lynda. I took a leave of absence from work and I started my search. I came across a rundown farmhouse for sale in Epworth and I bought it sight unseen.
I spent my time fixing up the house and digging out a basement. I’d never shied away from hard work and spending my time on the farm gave me a new perspective. I didn’t have any real memories of my childhood other than being trained. I was adopted at the age of three by Peter Cavendish and before that, I remembered nothing.
Peter was the director of the organization I worked for and the first few years of my life I’d been his experiment. I was also his greatest success story to date. When I was four years old I picked up my first Jericho, felt the weight of that gun in my hand and something in my mind clicked. The gun felt like an extension of my arm and Peter began his training.
I was starved, beaten, kept in a dark hole, trained in ballistics, how to suppress my emotions, how to kill without remorse and I took my first life when I was fifteen. Peter was convinced that if you placed a child in a certain set of circumstances and in the right environment, you could alter that child’s genetic personality from what he or she would have been.
I didn’t want to agree with that. A child was born the way they are, with their talents already there. If you hone those talents, work on that skill, then you become what you were always truly meant to be. Every moment in life was a set of circumstances and you played with the cards that life dealt you. The real question was, could you change that? The answer is simple. Yes. Everyone has choices and the ability to change your life if you want to, especially when that unexpected twist happens.
In my case, I had a few twists coming my way. The Nataly twist didn’t really impact my life as much as it would have if I’d really loved her. I was already cold and unfeeling, she just made me less trusting than I already was. I spent six months pouring my soul into that rundown house and by the time I was finished, I felt like a new person.
My name is Blake Cannon but I’m better known as Jericho. I’m six foot three and I average at about two hundred and sixteen pounds. I have dark brown hair and gray eyes and you’ll never see or feel me coming.
I was a ghost and I killed for a living. It was something I was extremely good at. I was the best in my field and the team that worked with me was once my family. The word held a different meaning to me once I started remembering.
This is my story of how one unexpected twist can change it all, especially when that twist is that you can shift into a wolf.
I hadn’t exactly lied to Jack. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me, although I had an idea. I never got sick, I couldn’t even remember ever having the flu or a headache before the other night. I was pretty certain that my initial diagnosis on myself was correct.I went to see my GP, who was surprised by my visit because he really did see me once a year for a physical. We socialized as well but that was different. We had also gone to college together and he had known Robert too.“What brings you in, Blake?” Charles Roberts M.D asked me. He had a thing about the M.D behind his name and he got constant flak from all of us about it.“Swollen lymph nodes, pain in my neck, trouble swallowing every now and then, it’s not persistent but I’ve had a cough for the last two days,” I said as he looked at me, taking notes of my symptoms. “I’m thinking thyroidism.”Charles gave me a physical and then sat on the edge of his desk and looked at me. “I think you should go see David.”“You think it migh
I started the bike and took my time driving to HQ. Even though it was past midnight, I knew Lynda would be there. She was always there. She would know the moment I swiped my card at the gate and drove into the basement.I went up in the elevator and Lynda stood there in the hallway when the doors opened. She looked relieved, angry and concerned all at the same time. She nodded and started walking toward her office. I stepped off the elevator, thirty pairs of eyes following my movements.“Jericho!” Jack called as he came running down the corridor. He grabbed me in a bear hug and I felt his body relax as he hugged me.“It’s good to see you too,” I said.He let go of me and punched me. His fist connected with my cheekbone and it stung like hell. “Don’t ever do that to me again!” He hugged me again and I wrapped my arms around him.“I have to go face the music,” I said and turned away to Lynda’s office.I walked inside her office and closed the door behind me and was immediately engulfed
I sat down on the couch, the flashback of all these memories haunting me. Memories of when life was less complicated and Jennifer still lived in Chicago and Robert had still been alive. The living room light went on and John Gold stepped inside the room.“Blake?” he asked questioningly as he walked toward me.“Hi, John, we need to have a conversation,” I said.“It’s the middle of the night, Blake,” he said and I took the Jericho from the holster. “What the—”“Sit.” I pointed to the couch with the gun and he sat down reluctantly, watching me with his beady eyes.“Have you lost your mind? What’s this all about?” he asked me, raising his voice slightly.“I’m glad you at least had the decency to bury Lydia with Robert,” I said and he looked away.“It wasn’t my first choice,” he said and I nodded. I knew that to be true.“You broke something inside,” I said and he stared at me, clearly confused.“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said.“When you killed Robert, it broke somethin
I made my way back toward my bike and entered the building. I went up to the penthouse and picked the lock. I opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit foyer. I walked to the living room and opened the drinks cabinet. I had been here so many times that I could almost call it my second home.When I had met Robert in college, I thought he was a spoiled rich brat but I soon realized he had depth to him. He disliked his father immensely and he brought me home with him on our first break. I’d had a falling out with Peter, who didn’t approve of me taking time off to get a degree. I wanted to experience normalcy and it took him only four months to draw me back in again and do part-time assignments.I could relate to what Robert felt for his own father, who dismissed any ideas he had as idiotic and wanted him to fall in line and do as he was told. Sure, we didn’t always do the right thing and a few times we screwed up, not that they ever knew about it. The worst thing we did together was
“I’m not armed,” she said from behind the wall. I wasn’t aiming the gun in her direction but kept it in my hand on my lap.“Neither am I,” I said. She looked around the corner of the wall and something in her eyes changed. “Let’s talk.”She moved to the closest couch and sat down. “How did you figure it out?” The despondency in her voice might have made me feel something if she hadn’t tried to kill me.“It wasn’t that hard, but I knew for sure the moment Dillinger and Mendez came for me,” I said.She lowered her head. “They’re dead.” Her voice was softer now, almost like she was talking to herself.“You always were the sly one,” I said to her. “The fox in the chicken coop.”“It is what it is,” she said and looked up.“Why though?” I asked her. “We’re supposed to be a team.”“The fucking rejection, Jericho! Everyone else always being in your shadow, pick one!”“What rejection? You were always part of the team!” I said angrily.“I was good enough to sleep with after Nataly, and then the
I woke up to the beeping of a heart monitor. There was a blood pressure band around my left arm and bright sunlight filtered into the room, making me squint. I turned my head and looked around the room. It was comfortably large and I lay in a king size bed, hooked up to machines with an IV in my arm.There was a clean bandage on my lower arm where I had stitched up the knife wound and a larger bandage near my side where I’d been shot. It still hurt, but the pain was manageable. The door of the bedroom opened and a young black woman walked in, followed closely by Bo. He looked relieved to see me awake.“Finally, man. I almost died worrying ‘bout you,” Bo said and sat down in a chair next to the bed.“Where am I?” The last thing I remembered was being in the elevator and feeling myself lose consciousness.“This is my home away from home,” Bo said and smiled at the woman. “And this is Gloria, my little sister, and the family doctor.”Gloria checked my vitals and had me follow her finger
I briefly closed my eyes. I knew she was watching Robert’s funeral as well. Jennifer had loved him, just like I had. I forced the memories away, focusing on the present and the situation I now found myself in. “Hang on.”I plugged the earphones into the phone and put the earpiece in my ear. I put the phone back inside my jacket and kept it open. I was going to need access to my guns.“Where am I going, Bluebird?” I turned away from the sight of Robert’s coffin being lowered into the ground. I didn’t want to see it anymore. It was the final goodbye, Robert’s final resting place and it broke something inside me.“Goodman is on the other side of that lake and Black is on your left, right in those clusters of trees,” she said.I turned to the right and made my way through the graves and back toward the entrance. I would circle him from behind. “Thanks Jen.” I disconnected the call because she wouldn’t want me to hear her cry.I saw him standing between two trees with a pair of binocular
Tuesday. I woke up at 6 p.m. and I couldn’t believe that I’d slept that long. The migraine was gone and I showered, dressed, drank coffee and checked my phone. Jennifer had sent me details on Ashley Grant.She was five foot two, tiny with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her location showed her in a residential area in Williams Park. I studied the area and drove out to her location. It was forty-six miles to what I assumed was her house and I slowed the bike as I drove past it. I turned right on North Ada Street and parked the bike in an empty yard between some trees. It was almost 9 p.m.I was about a hundred and twenty yards away from her house and I walked quietly through the cluster of trees that bordered the back of the house. At the fence at the rear of her house, was a small shed-like structure. I mounted it and lay flat on the roof. It was level with her back door.I watched the house for a few minutes and saw movement behind the curtains. She wasn’t married and she had no children.
I swung the strap of the rifle across my chest so the rifle was hanging down my back with the barrel downwards. I got up and ran to where the ladder was located. I kept count in my head and I was twenty seconds in. I descended the ladder quickly and ran across 54th Avenue and stood with my back against the warehouse building. I took one of the Jericho’s from the shoulder holster and felt human again.They could come from either side or both sides, there were two of them. That’s what I would do. I’d move in from either side. ‘Left or right, come on, Jericho.’ The left side had more cover. I looked around the corner of the building once more and ran past the construction debris that littered the ground to the next warehouse.I looked around the left corner and the shot clattered against the wall above my head. They were using silencers, a bit louder than mine. I knelt on the ground with one knee and looked around the corner again as Dillinger peeked around the corner and my shot hit him
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