Axel says all we can do is wait. We'll know about Garret in the next day or so. I'm resting with my back against the short roof wall and staring at our prisoner. He has crazy green eyes that look too large on his thin, filthy face. With his broken arm, he's little threat now that Beck hobbled him. He's not dressed in Federation military fatigues, and his clothes have seen better days. His skin is mostly black with grime. He has slight swelling on his forehead from a boot to the head when he pulled the gun on Beck and Labyrinth.He's staring at me too. "Pretty butterfly," he finally says.King gives him a kick to the thigh to shut him up. My mate isn't happy with the loss of Smythe and especially my shifting. He's gone into full-on royal highness mope mode. And the men accuse me of throwing tantrums. My fits have nothing on my mate when he decides on a king-sized funk. Giving the prisoner a wide berth, I circle to King. "I'm heading to check out the lower floors, wanna come?" It's t
It's late, or more precisely early morning, when we return, and Marinah's sleeping. We scoured the city for signs of Smythe without success. The current storm raging inside me isn't good. I want my hands around the man's throat, and until it happens, I won't rest easy. I slide in beside my mate and pull her close. She rolls in against me out of habit. She mumbles something in her sleep, and she's out again. I'm unsure if she woke at all.My brain is too restless to shut down right now."They come at night." It's said with the prisoner's gruff voice.I turn and look at him. Our attempts at retrieving information from his messed-up head has been a bust so far. His answers are crazy blabbering gibberish. I have no idea how he stayed alive this long. He's a danger to himself and others. Killing him will be merciful. He can't possibly survive here alone much longer, and I don't see a way to take him back to the outposts. He's too unstable."They come at night," he says again. He curls u
I refuse to think about King right now. His panties are in a twist, and the poor man is suffering. It can't be comfortable. I also know that nothing I say or do will make a difference. He needs time to ponder his idiot behavior. If he insists on Cosway's life and holds to his edict, we'll have another problem, and it won't be pretty.I do know King won't be killing the prisoner. Cosway is about as dangerous as a newborn infant. He needs care and good food before any decisions are made about his well-being.The biggest problem we're going to have over the next few days is boredom. I'm no good at sitting still. I sat and waited for death for far too many years, and I no longer think of myself as fodder.To kill time, I go through my pack and reassemble my treasures so they're at the bottom of the pack and the essentials are easier to get to. That kills all of ten minutes. I wipe my wide brow with the back of my hand. It's going to be warm today. It's sad when you can smell yourself, a
If I could be right just once, it might help in dealing with my mate. No, I'm not killing a woman.Beck and I don't bathe. We give the women time to enjoy the water. If Marinah doesn't like my smell, too bad. War is not the time for roses."We need to grab the kittens on the way out," Marinah tells me when they're finally ready to leave."We are not taking the kittens with us."Twenty minutes later, we collect them. Maybe we need a marriage counselor because this mating stuff is harder than it looks. Marinah helps Cosway carry the darn cats back to the roof. Their food is stuffed in her pack. I now have a human woman, an injured human, and five kittens. I don't think the situation could get worse. I bite that thought off. Of course it could with Marinah in the picture. I all but groan out loud.Beck and Labyrinth are doing everything they can not to laugh in my face, and I don't blame them. Point me in any direction and I'll find something to kill. Collecting people isn't my thing
King is still angry. I don't know how to open the door to let this go. I don't like things this way, and it makes me insecure. It bothers him that I don't obey his orders, and I promise myself I will do my best. I don't want someone to die because of me. I also don't know what I'll do if someone needs saving and it's "dangerous" for the little Shadow Warrior.I groan silently. I don't like this at all.We run at a much quicker pace than we took when we came here. It will still take three days to get to the outpost because we don't have an airplane picking us up. We sleep two hours the first night, and we start off again. The last thing I would do is complain. We speak little. I can't stop thinking about Ruth and Missy, and I know Beck is as worried as I am.Three days is a lifetime when those you love are in danger.***We enter the northern outpost at midnight. It's eerily quiet, and apprehension grips me. It's too quiet."Marinah," Ruth calls and before I know it, her spindly l
Cabel meets us outside the outpost walls and leads us to a large group of Warriors. The tension in the air is thick. Missy told us that more than a thousand soldiers have joined the Federation camp about two miles away. This morning, the soldiers began collecting their belongings. They are leaving or attacking, and the former doesn't seem likely.King speaks in hushed tones so our voices don't carry in the still night. There isn't a breeze, but it's chilly. I prefer warmth. It's times like this that I really miss our island. Pushing the thought aside, I listen to King. I need my head clear and thinking of home won't help.We have close to four hundred warriors versus a thousand Federation soldiers. If it weren't for the hellhounds, this would be a piece of cake. There's no way Smythe isn't leading this force. Is he unaware the Shadow Warriors have aligned with the outposts? Spying in the new world isn't as it once was. You need eyes now, not satellites. The Federation is building up
I lift my glasses again. Now I can see Beck and Cabel moving. I turn to the outpost and for the first time see General Smythe. I lick my lips. He won't be getting away this time. To hell with questioning him. If given the chance, I'll take his throat.Humans are stationed along the high wall on the inside of the outpost. The hellhounds will easily go up and over. Missy will have those unable to fight secured underground in one of their bunkers. Beck and his men will go against the hellhounds to stop them. Labyrinth's job is to take on the Federation soldiers.Knowing some Federation soldiers are here by force unsettles me.Kill, Ms. Beast whispers at my reticence. Yes, kill. If they are willing to kill civilians, including women and children, they won't be leaving here alive. My resolve is set, and I'm impatient to fight. Everyone is in place, and nothing is going on that I can see.The Federation waits ten more minutes, and then everything happens at once. The hellhounds are unl
I lose track of Marinah after she takes off for the vehicles holding the rotary guns. She figured out what Smythe had planned. My men are ready to enter the fight. We circle the area where Marinah is taking on the rotary guns and leave our position. We've flanked the enemy on all sides. Many begin running toward Marinah, trying to get away, but I don't have time to think about the danger she's in. Beck's men are inside the outpost now, holding back the hellhounds. There are a few stragglers, and my men draw their swords and cut them down.The Federation soldiers realize they aren't winning and begin laying down their weapons. A hellhound about twenty feet from me grabs one stupid man. His muffled screams stop when the hound chews his face off. I charge three hounds with my sword, cutting them down as I run. Half my men point their rifles at the surrendering soldiers who have decided being shot is a quicker way to die than being eaten by hounds. They are no longer placing their weapons