“Leave me alone!”
Screaming, I pounded on the claws and tail that wrapped around my body and tried to haul me away to an unknown fate. I’d fight to the death if needed. No way was I going to be some alien’s dinner. Or worse, experiment. I’d seen way too many movies to know how that ended.
A loud roar of rage caught my attention and I turned to see another body running forward. This one appeared to be human and was dressed in a dark hooded sweatshirt and jeans. He was oddly familiar, but I couldn’t quite place where I had seen him before.
Hope bloomed in my chest as I realized I wasn’t fighting the alien alone anymore.
Maybe I could survive this attack after all.
Chapter 4 – Motok
“How did it go?”
MyFirstwas leaning against the ship’s interior, a smirk riding his scarred face that made his lip curl up in a decidedly macabre grin.
“Exactly as I suspected it would,” I grumbled, walking around him as I headed toward deck five and the bar with the largest observation window where I could obtain a heated mug of Tandorian Ale.
“If you’re going to indulge in spirits, I must accompany you.” His humored tone irritated my already frustrated disposition.
“The humans recovered their dead and refused to inform the families of the true nature of their untimely demise. Lies have been told and spun just to protect the ISP but the decision was made by those left in charge by the Conclave. I could not dispute or force them to comply. They seem willfully ignorant of the danger.”
Watching the stars as I paused, I remained silent for several minutes.
“At least I’ve been given the freedom to investigate the human female disappearances. The government sanctioned our presence on Earth but made it imperative that we blend in among the humans. They’re concerned about inducing a panic or riot.”
“If the humans knew the truth, I have no doubt theywouldriot.”
Valtus wasn’t wrong.
Meeting with the human government liaison via the Galactic Ambassador Krol, I was assured the Galactic Conclave intended to keep Earth on the protected list. The Braxtharians would keep our word and follow the orders of our council, providing our assistance as necessary.
“Were the investigations and details discussed?”
“Yes,” I replied with a grunt, unsuccessful in keeping my dissatisfied opinion to myself. “We keep all knowledge out of the media. I was given the name and address of Kerra Hargrave. She’s the only family by that last name linked to the ISP. Apparently, her sister Kacie Hargrave is finishing a mission and due home with the Earth week.”
“We must find this female by the name of Kerra and ensure her safety.”
