Chapter 2
“I have learned to hate all traitors,
and there is no disease that I spit upon more.”
—Aeschylus
Anya heard Jonal and Tonas send out a coded signal and with the precision of a military drill the Warriors ran and evacuated the fem who were still in line from the area.
TeZaron and TeBron arrived and grabbed the still groggy Syn, motioning for Naffie, Anya, and the cats to follow. As they ran a wall of fire burst out of the ground.
The Warriors avoided chaos by shepherding the women into a huge hangar, the empaths among them sending waves of calm.
Anya looked around. Five seconds ago she was at the field. Now she, Syn, the cats, the boy, and the Elders inhabited a small comfortable room and she didn’t know how she arrived. Before she had time to get her bearings, Jonal and To
