Eric Quiet Place: Day One Novels & Stories

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> The night was perfect. Dark. Moonless. Cloud cover blocking starlight. Exactly what they needed for an assault. Director Silas Crane sat in the command vehicle three miles from the estate. Banks of monitors showed real-time feeds from operatives in the field. Thermal imaging. Night vision. Communication channels. "All units report in," he said into the comm. "Team One ready. East entrance standing by," a voice crackled back.

She whispered into the earpiece, "Everything looks quiet... too quiet." Wayne’s voice crackled in her ear, “Stay alert. If anything seems off, we’re pulling you out.” Kaylar nodded slightly, trying to steady her racing heart. The air was thick with anticipation as she waited, every minute feeling like an eternity. Suddenly, the distant rumble of an engine reached her ears, and she turned to see a car approaching from the far end of the lot. It was a sleek, black SUV—ordinary, yet ominous in the dim light. The vehicle slowed as it neared her, the tinted windows hiding whoever was inside.

Shouts in the dark. I clutched the flash drive to my chest. “He’s leaving us.” “Or buying us time,” the repairman said. A flare burst overhea green, hissing, bright as a false sun. “Move!” he barked. We sprinted toward a narrow crevice between two cliffs. Rain slicked the rock, turning it into a chute. My lungs burned. Shouts grew louder. Gunfire cracked. A bullet sparked off the cliff inches from my head. The crevice opened onto a ledge overlooking the quarry floor. Below, trucks and men milled like ants. Silas stood on a rock outcrop, arms raised, as if surrendering.

As I lost consciousness, I saw Levi running toward me. When I woke up again, the smell of disinfectants filled the air, and Levi sat beside me. As soon as he noticed I was awake, he grabbed my hand tightly. He asked, "Caitlyn, are you feeling better?" I yanked my hand away and remained silent, knowing that words would not matter. Levi grew anxious when he saw my empty stare. "Caitlyn, please say something. Don't shut me out like this, okay?"

Just thinking about me made his features soften, and the corners of his lips curved in a faint smile. “Besides, she loves me too much. Even if she gets angry, as long as I make it up to her, she’ll forgive me.” However, before that smile could fade, his phone began ringing frantically. “Alpha Harry, there’s a riot of rogue wolves at the airport. They’ve taken control of the whole place!” Harry’s brow furrowed sharply. “Send the patrol squads to suppress them. I’ll head over as soon as I’m done here.” “But…” His second-in-command hesitated on the line. “There’s worse news. Someone has reported seeing Lianne at the airport. And… in a live stream just moments ago, she was spotted lying in a poo

Even if he was only going to the market to buy some fruit, he would dress neatly, and it always made my heart flutter. However, he had gone out with his outer robe hanging loose and rumpled. The cuffs of his pants were uneven, and even his socks did not seem to be a matching pair. I pressed my lips together, but I did not say anything. After I got downstairs, I called a cab and followed him at a distance. I watched Dylan pass the pack's Healing Center without even going in. He went straight to the clinic at the foot of Mount Aquilo. That was the observation area set up for wolves that were critically poisoned with silver venom.

They all fell on their knees without a word. Scoffing, he dipped his palms into his pant pockets. “Scar!” A man dressed in complete black stepped forward from behind, “Yes Boss.” “Lock them up. Make sure none get even a drop of water until my son is found.” “Yes Boss.” Scar turned his gaze to the six kneeling men and immediately, they got on their feet and followed him without a struggle. Lauren carefully parked the bike in its designated corner with a sigh. She was done with her last job for the day—home delivery.

The movie played on mute with the colors of the scene infiltrating the room and illuminating it in a dim glow, every other source of brightness extinguished at 11:50 p.m. Nicole lay on her side, her head propped up on her elbow and ignoring the movie she had chosen and instead admired the sleeping figure of her husband.

The room held the weight of that for a moment. Four Omegas. Making the choice in the dark, in the hours after a woman in white had spoken sixteen words and walked into a forest to ask the quiet questions that led to the harder, realer thing. Sera thought about Maren's number. Sixty-five. Before her. "Sixty-five," she said quietly to Maren. Maren understood immediately. "Seventy-one now," Maren said. And reached for the equipment to open a secondary guidance channel. "All of you move in the next twenty minutes," Sera said into the receiver. "South ridge. Don't bunch together—space it out, five minute intervals. You know how to move quietly."

Rain had begun to fall, slicking the asphalt and casting greasy, neon reflections from the streetlights. Two blocks away, hidden in the shadows of a defunct loading dock, the unmarked sedan sat idling. Inside, Isaiah adjusted his earpiece, his eyes fixed on the building’s entrance through the rainy windshield, while Marcus kept his tablet active, monitoring the cloud server connection. "She’s inside the lobby," Isaiah murmured into the comms. Inside the building's third-floor suite, the air was stale and smelled of ozone and cheap coffee.