Pack Leader: Book Two of the Tremon Wars

by Joseph Hendon

“What the hell?” How was I supposed to know she was the damn president? It’s not like she had a pin that said, “I’m the lead bull shitter,” or anything. Fuck it. I would rather be here in this damn dirt hole looking for survivors than kissing some woman’s ass I didn’t even vote for.

This is the third tunnel system I have crawled into on a ruined planet. Perasor had succumbed to a new enemy. One, even the Tremon were terrified of. Some type of over grown bug. My job? Pick through the scraps the Tremon left behind when they bugged out. Get it? Bugged out? Sometimes I crack myself up.

“Shit,” I said under my breath. Smell that, Drake ole buddy? No other stink like it. I slowly raised my hands, palm out towards the darkness in front of me. All I really needed to know is if there were any human survivors. Plugging this shit hole with a few penetrator nukes would leave me sleeping like a baby. If the Terabuel Collective wanted to recruit Werekin for their fledgling army, they sure as hell sent the wrong person.

“More food for the larder,’’ a scary sounding Werekin growled.

“You have others like me here?” it was all I really wanted to know. I hated Werekin almost as much as I hated Tremon.

“Food doesn’t speak, it whimpers for its life,” it said as a rifle butt slammed into my back, sending me to the ground.

“I am an emissary for the Terabuel Collective,” I gasped. “I have an offer for your pack.” The legal binder ordering me to make the offer, done and recorded on my implant.

I smiled. Now it was play time.

I saw human foot prints on the ground as I was being dragged back towards their den. Fuck. The hard way, then. I need to find a better job.

266 pages, Kindle Edition

Published January 7, 2016

About the author

working professional. Married with kids, writing for fun. Have killed of a boss or two, several of my daughters boyfriends and others in my writings. My shrink is afraid of me. jk.