With Broken Silence complete and published, I turned my attention to November’s second Wattpad release. Thankfully, the foundation for this tale was already written, and an old first draft provided me with just enough structure to build upon. With that framework in hand, I spent the last few days refining, tightening, and shaping it into a story I’m excited to share.
Some nights don’t offer peace. They only bring pressure, uncertainty, and the weight of choices no one is ready to make. In this latest installment of Discovery, Jarvis and his crew face a moment where loyalty, instinct, and trust collide. High above the battlefield, they’re providing support, yet even distance can’t shield them from rising tensions or the increasing cost of survival.
As we gather for Thanksgiving and reflect on gratitude, I wanted to release a chapter that speaks to how quickly circumstances can shift, how fragile security can be, and how much we depend on one another when chaos closes in.
I hope this story adds a spark of excitement to your holiday and offers a brief escape amid the food, family, and festivities.
Happy Thanksgiving, and I hope you enjoy the tale.
An alarm ripped through the night, and Jarvis’s fingers gripped the railing of the crow’s nest. He tore his gaze from the chaotic battle sprawling below and ran for the door. As he approached, it slid open, and Fenton was gripping a massive sword with its tip planted on the floor. Jarvis forced a lump down his throat and backed up as his eyes lingered on the blade. “Fenton, what are you doing?”
“You don’t belong here,” a raspy voice bellowed.
Jarvis’s hand crept to his holster as his eyes danced between the sword and Fenton’s eyes. He licked his lips as his fingertips brushed his sidearm. “Who are you?”
Fenton’s lips curled into a wicked grin, baring his teeth, as the sword rose.
Jarvis jumped back, drawing his pistol. In the jerky motion, the gun’s sights fell upon the duplicate’s chest. Within a handful of heartbeats several bolts pierced the thing’s chest. As Jarvis’s breathing settled back to its normal cadence, the duplicate of his friend collapsed to his knees. When a scuffle teased Jarvis’s ears, he whirled around, finding a gun crew staring at them as the false Fenton’s skin and clothing rippled before solidifying into a shapeshifter’s form.
The man licked his lips as his eyes fell on the shifting body. “For a second, I thought you just killed Fenton.”
Jarvis’s head whipped around, and his eyes bored through the gawking gunner. “Gerald, do you think Fenton would ever try to tell me I didn’t belong anywhere, especially in an emergency?”
Gerald’s partner elbowed him, confirming Jarvis’s words.
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