The Survivors Jane Harper Novels & Stories

I don't know why she was glaring at me. “Faith is alive. She just s-sent me a message to come get her. She is alive, Nancy.” “Oh sweetie,” Nancy hugged her. “Who is Faith?” I asked. “They were kidnapped together, and they killed her.” “No, she is alive.” Harper shook her head as she grabbed her cell. “I’m not crazy, Nancy,” she snapped at her as she played the video.

“My money would be a waste if you were dead.” Building my resolve to want to survive, get out of here, and throw a fist into this bastard’s face, I forced my waist to move with every movement he made. His hands threaded up my thigh and a sob left my throat. My mind drifted back to Lucan. Where the hell was he? How about Kim? And as much as I hated to admit it… I feared that the system had already placed us all on different paths and I would never see the people I had managed to get acquainted with sooner or later.

“There are things you don’t know. Things I wasn’t allowed to tell you. But everything I’ve done since—every step—it’s been to keep you safe.” Jax barked a humorless laugh. “Safe? She’s standing on a blood-soaked pier with guns at her head because of you.” Harper’s laugh cut through the storm, ragged but still mocking despite the blood seeping through his sleeve. “Oh, I could watch this all night. Nothing sweeter than two dogs tearing each other apart over a bone.” He gestured at Sienna, his grin dripping malice. “And what a pretty bone she is.” Rage ignited hot in Jax’s eyes. He lunged a step toward Harper, knife raised—

she started. Jane shoved. Momentum bent fate. Sabaoth struck the flame sculpture, steel spearing her through. Her voice ended like a wire cut. Jane kept falling. She hit hard enough to make dust jump. No scream. Just broken silence. Jake and Kim hammered the stairwells, burst out at the base, and found her half-buried in rubble, fur receding, light dimming. “Jane!” Jake choked, scooping her up. Her lashes fluttered once. “Told you,” she whispered. “I save people.”

“I shouldn’t have—” “Don’t,” I said. I sank beside her, touching her hand. “You fought. You held your ground.” “You saved me.” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My hands were still trembling, cold seeping into my bones despite the fire. Harper sat down across from me, her expression unreadable. The flickering firelight carved shadows across her face. She waited until Liam finished dressing June’s wound and stepped out to stand guard. Then she leaned forward. “You felt it, didn’t you?” she said softly. “When you called the storm.”

"Help! Can anyone hear us?" Christine shouted, her hands cupping her mouth. Only the birds in the palm trees flew up in response. She turned to stare at the waves gently lapping at the shore. No sign of any other survivors. Christine sat on the sandy beach, hugging her knees to her body. Chase walked over to her and sat beside her. "You okay?" he asked. She nodded. "I guess." He put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a hug. She placed her head on his shoulder. He wished he could kiss her and tell her everything would be okay, but there were no guarantees.

The air was thick with smoke and the scent of blood. As I stepped outside, I took one last look at the burning village. The Blood Moon Pack was no more. “Gather the survivors,” I ordered. “Take them back to the base. The rest of you, clean up.” My men moved swiftly, rounding up those who were still alive and putting down any who resisted. I watched it all with a detached sense of satisfaction. This was just the beginning. Liana Harper. A name tied to a past she couldn’t escape. And soon, she would learn that no matter where she ran, no matter how far she tried to hide, Kade would always find her.

If I turned my head at that moment, I’d have seen that these were the same two men who had shot the robbers in the afternoon. A few hours later, they returned to their hideout. "I’m worried. The more photos we send of Harper with another man, the angrier the boss will get, and he might actually kill us." "Who would’ve thought we’d find Harper again. How many of the guys from the old guard at the villa are still alive?" One of the men rolled up his sleeve, showing the scars covering his arm. Memories of that nightmare day came flooding back. Four years ago, after Harper fell from the building and went into a coma, everyone was waiting for the doctors to give a verdict. Then, she suddenly disa

said Alex grinning. “All the characters here are real. Mateo, Thomas, Jayden... Aunt Travis. Aunt Travis...” Harper whispered. She didn't want to believe her mind had turned upside down since this truth was revealed. "Brielle. I'm sure you've spoken to her." "Don’t come closer!" Harper grabbed the penknife she had previously found in Alex's desk drawer to shield herself from Alex's dangerous-looking moves. "I said don't come any closer!" “That knife is sharp, Harper. You could get hurt."

“The files are destroyed, the conspiracy is exposed, and Vivian will spend the next twenty years explaining her choices to federal prosecutors.” “And Harper?” We both looked at her, still standing by the windows, looking smaller and more fragile than I've ever seen her. “New identity, relocation assistance, witness protection if necessary,” Killian says. “She kept her end of the bargain.” Harper nods gratefully. “Thank you.” “Don't thank us. Disappear. Permanently. And remember what happens to people who break their word.” She doesn't need him to elaborate. The threat is clear enough.