Grace Goodwin

They didn’t just kill, they consumed, destroyed lives. Ruined men. The Colony was proof of this

Everyone on this planet had survived hell. I didn’t need to see silver on his skin to know he’d suffered.

“The other day, I came here from Earth, a bride,” I said in a soft voice, sitting down on my butt, my back to the rock. “You came from being tortured by those things. Why would you want to risk your neck again? Especially when what was done to you is so fresh. I mean, aren’t you scared

It had been five hours since my mates had missed their check-in. Five hours which had sent the entire base into a frenzy. The news that warriors were going missing was a secret no longer.

I watched as Tyran lifted his head, his gaze swinging across the room. He’d sensed me, but didn’t know where I was. My mind stilled, my own determination filling all of me. I couldn’t allow them to sense my fear, my worry. Now wasn’t the time. They needed to keep clear heads and if I was panicked, they would be, too

But all the power was still inside his body, waiting to explode from him. They’d created a formidable enemy, and he was mine

But the Integration Units were sadistic, enjoyed torture, by programming or design, they enjoyed their work a little too much

Kiel didn’t argue, he smiled, and I decided right then and there that we were going to be friends

No wonder my mates were so protective

Hunt turned to face me, chest rising and falling with his deep breaths, his features coated in blood, but he’d never looked more perfect. I loved him. I loved him, and I let it pour out of me like an explosion.
He was walking toward me when I heard more ion blaster fire coming from the other side of the cavern