Marinah stomps from the room with an unhappy Boot trailing her. Too bad. He brought his woman and son to this location against my direct orders and he could face death if I decide it just punishment. I do, however, understand what a pain in the butt his wife is and with another baby on the way I'm unwilling to kill Boot over the incident. Funny that seeing him carry Marinah into the room didn't bother me like it did when the other men touched her or looked at her. Boot is non-threatening, which is why I had him on this detail to begin with. His beast didn't come on him until after his twenty-first birthday and even then, he wasn't a typical Shadow Warrior with the normal propensity to fight anything and everything. Oh, he's more than capable of killing, he just misses the joy component when he holds death in his hands. His behavior also didn't bother my beast, so maybe whatever Beast's problem was before, it's now settled and he'll behave and not try to kill every man who gets n
Cabel, one of my elite guards who was recently married, moves in our direction. "King," he says when he draws closer. His eyes remain down while his wife stops about ten feet behind him and stays there. "How's married life, Cabel?" I don't look directly at his wife, just keep her in my peripheral vision. The last thing I want to do is kill Cabel if he attacks due to his recent mating. He's my size, but I have no doubt of the outcome if we battled and he wouldn't be walking away in one piece. His hair is dirty blond and he carries our signature blue eyes with a slightly rounder face than mine. I've placed him in charge of our food supply until his beast calms or we go back to war. When we came to earth hundreds of years ago, my ancestors chose farming as a non-violent way for us to assimilate into the human population. Our own planet was destroyed because of our violent nature and those who survived knew they had to make changes. Farming was that change. We were a carnivor
It's only a half-ball on a flat surface, but it's kicking my butt. I actually feel sorry that Boot is forced to train me because it's a losing proposition. Without King's guarantee Boot won't kill me, I'd be worrying non-stop. Besides grumbling one-word commands, the man hasn't spoken. "One foot," he barks. Wow, two actual words. I'm standing close to the wall so I can use it for balance. My palm hasn't left the smooth surface because I fall as soon as I try to stay upright on my own. "One foot is impossible. I can't even do two." I wobble and spill the other way, where the wall can't stop my downward progress. At least it's only to my knees. "You've been given a hopeless job," I tell Boot while gaining my feet. Yeah, he growls at me for that. I stand and Boot steps closer so I can use his shoulder and the wall to climb the entire six inches onto the squishy plastic. "I'm not even sure what you're trying to accomplish. We've been at it for two
"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 shak
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
"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 dest
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 t
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 w