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“I’m sorry, Councilor.” The commander cleared his throat, his hand to his ear as if he were actively listening to an incoming message. He started to speak, stuttered, as if the next words were getting stuck. “I…They said they’ve found a woman dead in the transport center.” He cleared his throat again but did not tell me anything more.

“How do I know it’s her?”

Commander Loris walked to the side of the room, mumbling too low for me to hear. I waved the doctor off when he moved forward, the intensity of my glare enough to inform him that I wasn’t going into the healing pod, not yet.

The commander stepped toward us again, his expression more grim than just a moment ago. “Councilor.” He swallowed slowly, the slow movement of his throat and refusal to meet my gaze caused my pulse to pound in alarm. “They also found a cream-colored dress coated with blood.”

My heart skipped a beat, then roared in my chest. Natalie. Natalie had been wearing that dress when we walked out of Mirana, looking beautiful and flushed, her skin glowing with health, her eyes dancing with happiness. No. Gods no.

“How did she die?” My voice cracked and fire burned in my eyes. I would kill them all. Every fucking Drover on the entire southern continent. The commander’s gaze was filled with pity, which only served to make me angrier. “How. Did. She. Die?”

He glanced at Seton, who nodded almost imperceptibly.

“Stabbed in the back, sir.”

My vision became fuzzy and the doctor yelled with alarm. “Get him into the Pod! Now! Or we’re going to lose him.”

Seton assisted the medical staff as they lifted me from the stretcher into the ReGen Pod. The commander followed alongside us, pausing, listening to a voice coming through his communication device. “They’ve completed their search of Outpost Two.”

“And?” Seton turned to him. Everyone stopped moving as the commander took a deep breath. My gaze drifted over the medical staff, Seton and the doctor as the commander tried to find the words we all already knew.

“Nothing but bodies, sir. I’m sorry. The sand and the flesh beetles have made it nearly impossible to identify the victims without DNA analysis. But the search crews say it won’t matter, Councilor. I’m sorry. If your mate was at Outpost Two, she’s dead.”

Dead. My Natalie. My beautiful mate. Her body eaten away by the scavengers of the desert, the large, orange beetles that could pick a nox’s bones clean in a matter of days.

“No!” I bellowed, trying to sit up, then hissing in pain. Alarms sounded and the doctor cursed.

“Calm down, sir. You’re bleeding heavily. Your heart can’t take much more.”

One of the others, a medical assistant in green, stepped forward. “He’s bottoming out, Doctor. His heart is going to stop.”

“Fark, Roark! Hold still!” Seton shouted at me and I relented because my body betrayed me, too weak to support my rage. Seton took full advantage, turning to the doctor. “Activate the pod now.” He turned back to me, his pale eyes blazing with emotions I did not have the presence of mind, nor the concern, to name. “We’ll make them pay, Roark. I promise you. But you can’t hunt your mate’s killers if you’re dead.”

“Do it.” I stopped fighting, let the rage turn cold and hard inside me as I held the doctor’s gaze. “Twelve hours.”

“But, sir. My apologies. I highly recommend you remain in the pod for a full cycle. Your wounds are extensive.” The doctor wrung his hands and I shook my head.

“No. Twelve hours. No more.” Twelve hours and I would return to Outpost Two with a thousand men, and rain fire down on the Drovers until the ache in my heart eased, or until I was dead.

Multiple sets of hands had transferred me to the soft, cocoon-like structure to be healed. I watched as the walls came up all around me, sealing me inside a ReGen Pod. The doctor’s concerned face was clearly visible through the odd blue glass above my face. He adjusted the controls on the side of the pod as the doctor began the healing cycle.

“Natalie.” I spoke her name softly, reverently, like my own personal prayer. I was sure they all could see the anguish in my eyes.

Seton leaned forward so I could see his face through the glass. “I will transport to Outpost Tw

o myself and search for her while you recover. You have my word that all efforts will be made to find out exactly what happened.”

“Leave him be. He needs to heal, and he’s already fighting the pod.” The doctor nudged Seton out of my view and I stared, unseeing, straight ahead. Pale yellow lights surrounded me and I knew I would be rendered unconscious for the healing in a matter of seconds.

I looked to Commander Loris, thoughts and orders spinning in my mind. Where to search. Who to take. Weapons procurements. Hunting grids. I opened my mouth to issue the orders, but the only word that came from my lips before the pod took over my body’s energies was her name.

***

Natalie

The constant, electrical hum of the baby monitor on the kitchen counter was both comfort and distraction as I polished off the grilled cheese and tomato soup the cook had prepared for lunch. I sat in the kitchen at a small, round table where the servants came and went, stopping for a quick bite and a bit of gossip. It was the same table where I’d eaten most meals as a child, more orphan than Montgomery, sent to the country when I came home from school so as not to interfere with their parties and schedules in the city.

Although, they did usually send for me at Christmas, dress me up like a princess and parade me through a string of children’s parties with fat, rosy-cheeked Santas with the other rich, pampered children.


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