10
Roark, Outpost Nine, Northern Continent
After twelve hours in the ReGen pod, I was, per the scanners, ninety-two percent well. I had some bruising, some cuts that were pink, newly healed flesh. I wasn’t perfect, as I would be if I had remained in the pod the recommended time. But I didn’t have time to heal fully. I needed to know what happened to Natalie. If she really was dead, I needed to know. I couldn’t rest until I knew the truth. How could I relax when she might be on Trion somewhere, lost, hurt, alone. The Drovers could have her now, torturing her as they had me. Tormenting her. Causing her pain.
I had to find her. And if I found a body, I would not rest until the DNA test confirmed the remains belonged to my mate.
I’d given her my word, my promise to come for her, to protect
