I scowl at the pair of them. “The worst of the Beta’s Path is right there. Can you two catch up after we’ve actually gotten away from them?”
The guy turns, amused green eyes on me, and bows slightly. “Kaida Keres, when Bear said you were here and made you my top most priority, I couldn’t believe my ears.”
“That’s nice. Let’s go,” I growl, frustrated beyond belief.
He throws his head back and laughs, and I think with good reason that the Resistance sent a fucking madman to rescue us.
He finally gestures to two people I didn’t even notice.
“Follow us, then.”
I sprint after the two guys, catching the muted scents of alphas. Despite my attempts to decipher him, I didn’t catch the guy’s scent, so he could be either, but he feels like an omega. I don’t know how I know, but I would bet my next meal on it.
The two guys lead us up and down streets and through buildings easily. Too easily.
They have this route mapped out well enough to know it by heart.
How?
The omega jogs beside me, but Jarek scowls at him, and the newcomer lifts his hands in surrender and jogs ahead.
The light of the day is turning the world grey when we finally stop running. This is my second morning in Foreen.
“Sorry, we need to make sure no one was following. The last thing we want is the Beta’s executioner and her enforcer finding out where we’re holding up.”
“What makes you think you’ve managed to keep it secret?” I snap absently.
“Well, they aren’t here, are they?”
I scoff. “They wouldn’t come right away; they’d make you stew and sweat and get you when you least expect it.”
“You are a lot more aggressive than I was told you were,” the guy says with a smile. “I’m Legion.”
“I’m Keres, but you already knew that,” I growl. Now that I’m safe, going with the Resistance suddenly doesn’t seem like a great idea.
“Yes, we’ve been so looking forward to having you.” He turns to the others. “And you are?”
“Jarek.”
Legion waits, but nothing else is forthcoming from the suddenly hostile alpha. The omega turns to Cadel. His eyes widen, and then he clutches his head, stumbling back a little. I step forward, my eyes narrowed, ready to intervene and protect Cadel. Does he recognise my alpha?
My? No, none of that.
“Sorry. Um, welcome.”
He glances back at Cadel with wide eyes.
“This is Cadel.”
“Cadel,” Legion repeats, his face white. “Um, I don’t think you are supposed to be here.”
Cadel glowers, and I can feel everything in him focusing his merciless energy on Legion.
“I’m here, so get over it.”
“Cadel has no memory of before,” I explain.
“No memory?” Legion asks and looks at him with wide eyes.
