Mal, Transport Room
Mal, Transport Room
There was no arguing with the queen. As much as I hated the situation, I could not fault her logic. Everything our investigators had tried had failed. We needed a new approach. And no one on Viken would suspect a female of such treachery.
I found my curiosity high as I waited to see what kind of mate we would be dealing with. To be worthy of this assignment, she must be large and muscled more like a male than a female. Viken culture celebrated softness and submission in its females. They were not trained for war or hunting. Not because they were not capable, but because we could not overcome our fierce need to protect and provide. It was deeper than cultural, it was instinct. We were born to cherish and care for our females.
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