REDMOON PACK
HELION'S POV
Helion sighed for the hundredth time. He had been at his desk for hours, yet found no reason why the rogues kept coming and going, ignoring the danger.
What were they searching for? What could be worth the risk of death?
Releasing a breath, he stood and headed for the fridge. He winced at the piercing pain down his spine. Grabbing a bottle of antelope blood, Helion gulped down its contents. The metallic taste coated his tongue familiar, necessary, but hated. Placing the empty bottle back, he returned to work, though the pain didn't fade. It never did.
A knock sounded at the door. Kallias's scent reached him.
"Enter," he whispered through the mind link.
After a moment, Kallias pushed the door open and stepped in.
"The Gamma is stable. Although we can't iden
