One moment he was awaiting death, and a split second later he was looking into the most beautiful face he had ever seen a girl with eyes the color of the sea.Įyes that locked onto his and then disappeared under the water in a flash. He knew what was coming and braced himself, resigned to his fate. The surfer had glanced down just in time to see the huge jaws closing in on him. Pleased with herself, she surfaced to get a better look. Suddenly terrified of the interloper, the shark quickly retreated. Startled, it regained its bearings and righted itself, unaccustomed to being thwarted. She drove into its gills with her shoulder, knocking it off course and stunning it temporarily. With a few powerful thrusts of her tail she flew through the water with tremendous speed, intercepting the shark at the last possible moment. Massive jaws opened to reveal row upon row of serrated teeth, ready to bite down at exactly the right moment. Eyes rolled back for protection, it became a deadly missile, a terrible surge of gray slicing though the water like a knife. The hungry predator began its final rush towards what it thought was a sea lion. Looking up, she could see a surfboard floating on the surface, flanked by the legs of a wave rider. The big fish slowed and began to circle, and she knew from experience that it had selected a target. Watching and waiting, she trailed at a distance, a protective force of nature. Its intended victims were her charges, and she felt a kinship to them. She wasn’t going to allow it to hunt in her territory. The hungry predator didn’t realize that it was being stalked, shadowed by a creature far more ancient and powerful than itself.
She followed along behind it, gliding with effortless grace. Once it had made its choice the outcome was a foregone conclusion the animal was an efficient eating machine, emotionless and methodical. Fathomless black eyes scanned the water for prey, and its muscular tail lashed back and forth rhythmically. Rising and falling with the ocean swells, he was poised to spring into action when the moment came, completely oblivious to the drama being played out below him.ĭriven by mounting hunger, the shark needed to feed, and it prowled the coastline on a lethal mission. The surfer sat upright on his board, blue eyes intensely focused as he scanned the action at the breakers.
Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictionally. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions of it.
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