"You stayed on the ball when you weren't thinking about your balance. I know how we can make this easier." I follow him and use his shoulder and the wall again. "Tell me about your family," he says as soon as I'm up."They're dead," I reply."Most humans are. Tell me about them when they were alive."This is mentally hard on me, but something is working because I'm no longer wobbling. "My mom was amazing. Her name was Dinah. My name rhymes with hers," I add with a quick smile. "I take after her in height if not finesse. She would stand on this ball rock solid.""Talking helps you with balance.""She was in the military. It's where she met my dad.""She was a warrior?"I take a deep breath. "No, not really. She would have died for her country or for her family, but she had a gentle soul. The military was a way for her to get out of her home environment. She never talked about why.""Could she fight?"I shrug and my feet shake a little. I regain my balance before replying. "I ne
Humans rarely trigger my curiosity. Today is the exception, and I've had an internal war all afternoon with Beast. He doesn't like Marinah, while my human side is intrigued. Being away from her has given me a chance to think about these strange, for lack of a better word, feelings. From Marinah's scent to her tall, lithe body, she draws my focus while inciting Beast's ire. I'm aware of her in a way no other woman holds my attention. She ignites something inside me and when near, I feel her on a different level than others. My biggest concern is the reason. The entire situation makes no sense.The plan was to have an unobtrusive woman who would pontificate on behalf of the U.S. Federation while we grumbled and delayed. What we received is the daughter of a man I respect, and as soon as she fell at my feet outside the airplane, I knew nothing would go according to plan. And it hasn't.Beck and I arrive back at the Citadel, thus named by one of the men while we prepared for our human vi
"What's happening?" Marinah asks."Don't move at all," Beck tells her.Pain explodes at their voices and Beast gains another inch of my control. With unwavering concentration, I force my bones to reknit, the K-5 to recede, and my eyesight to readjust. Minute by minute the pain lessens and my human side gains ground. Beast gives a last internal grumble and pulls back. My teenage struggles with Beast were never this difficult.After what seems like an eternity, I'm able to draw oxygen into my lungs and think clearly."See her back to her room," I grind out as soon as I can speak with some semblance of control.Beck hurriedly steps out of my path as I head for the door. I don't look back, needing to place as much distance between myself and the woman as possible. Why the hell does she challenge Beast? Something about Marinah is dangerous and the animal knows it.I head to the larger gym used by the men. I'm not there to exercise, I'm there to destroy. Two warriors are working out an
Something slid beneath King's skin and squiggled. One part of me wanted to run and hide in revulsion. The other part was fascinated even though I could sense my life hanging by a thread. The man is more animal than human. It surprises me he's their leader. My father mentioned Greystone's complete control of his animal side in one of our brief Shadow Warrior conversations. Until I witnessed King losing control, I never understood. My father respected Greystone immensely. I don't believe that same respect would hold true for King.The uptight man who led me back to my room called himself Beck if I understood him right. He made his displeasure about escorting me clear. To each of my questions I received an unfriendly grunt.I'm basically a prisoner in my room, controlled by two guards and kept from everything I'm here to do. And, with my earlier nap, I'm wide awake. I try to stretch, but it's too much for my overtaxed muscles. Thoughts of cool water in the swimming pool on the floor bel
King's face is so serious, like he's asking a real question. It shouldn't ruffle my feathers, but it does. Being around King is like standing in the path of a tsunami. He's the force of nature that causes all the destruction. It's in his eyes, the way he carries himself, and in his attitude. His name says it all-King. I'm so tired of all of this and it's only been five days. Glancing at the food on my plate I give him the truth. "I'm a human weakling without ambition. I could happily stay at my job, put in ten-hour days, and read at night to keep myself entertained." I glance at his face again and this time hold his stare."You're dangerous," King mutters almost under his breath.I refuse to back down. "Why?" I ask because I really want to know why he thinks as he does.For the longest moment we hold each other's gaze. I would swear the temperature increases in the room. The hard weight of his eyes challenges me for some strange reason and some part of me wants to stab him with my
There's a part of me that wants to trust her. There's even a part of me that is attracted to her and I'm not sure why. It's Beast causing most of the problems right now and if nothing else, I've learned to listen to my animal instincts more than my human ones. So why am I fighting Beast on this?Females are unique to us. There hasn't been a female birth among Shadow Warriors since we came to Earth. When we mate with humans, the babies are always male. Males carry the strongest genes of our race, and something in our genetic structure caused only male children to be born after we settled here. The spaceship with my ancestors was the only one out of twenty similar ships that made it to Earth. We never discovered what happened to the other ships. My great-great-grandfather's home ship began its journey with two hundred adults and one hundred children. Only half of the people survived and after an aborted attempt on another planet that looked hospitable ended tragically, those who survive
He claims to have hellhounds and there's no reason not to believe him, but still. Hellhounds kill with single-minded purpose and in turn they are nearly impossible to kill. They have no problem breaking off parts of their bodies to slip through things like fences, gates, and prison cells. The Federation had no success at taking much less keeping one alive and whenever they tried, humans died.Six months before the end of the war-maybe I should call it the first war since the hounds are returning-a hellhound broke into the underground compound where I worked. It killed twenty-three people. Twenty-one of them were heavily armed. Three of my co-workers and I made it to a reinforced steel closet and closed the door with the hellhound inches from destroying us. I've had nightmares about them ever since. Now King is saying he can take me to see a hellhound.Before the war, I had a nice busy life going to school, hanging out with friends, and dreaming about my future. Just thinking of my fr
King walks forward and nods to one of the inside guards who immediately lowers his head. The guard gives me an unhappy side eye.King takes my focus off the guard when he speaks. "We use Neodymium super magnets charged with electricity to keep them from moving more than a few inches. What we find interesting is they seem to know and don't fight it. They almost go into a coma-like state after they realize they can't escape."It's time to look at the reason for my nightmares. Their flesh is a dark gray with twisted muscle for arms and legs that doesn't look like it should twist in those directions. Patches of short dark hair cover most of their bodies. Long, lethal claws extend out at the end of all extremities. The genitalia is gone on both or they're female or they had none to begin with.Why is he showing me this? It's wrong and they should be killed. This will be at the top of the report to the Federation when I return home.If I return.King has found a way to capture the mon