Born of Fury

CHAPTER 4

Hauk checked his calendar and cursed before he tossed it aside. Cruel effing bastard thing. It’d only been a week since Chayden had abandoned him here.

With them.

It was the longest week of his life, and made him grateful as hell that he would never have any kids of his own.

“Dancer!”

He winced at Darice’s high-pitched shout. Gods, give me strength not to kill one of them… He’d sent them out after breakfast to wash and dress for the day, and look for something they could use for lunch before he strung them up by their intestines.

“Dancer!”

What had Thia done now? Dunked his head?

Again.

I swear, if the two of them don’t stop trying to murder each other…

“Uncle Hauk!”

Now they were calling him in unison, only it wasn’t the same tone they used whenever they were fighting.

This one was more…

Scared.

He ducked out of his tent to find them running toward camp like they were being chased by something other than Illyse, who was hard on their heels.

His heartbeat quickened. Hand on his blaster, he ran at them as fast as he could to cover their flight.

Thia was the first to reach him. She grabbed his arm to tug him in the direction they’d just run from, while Illyse circled all three of them protectively. “Come quick! We found someone.”

He pulled her to a stop, and kept her at his side until he had more information. “Who?”

“A woman. She’s hurt. Bad.”

Still, he hesitated. This northernmost part of Oksana hadn’t been legitimately inhabited in well over three hundred years. Not since The League had punished the citizens of this world for a revolt, and had bombed their entire civilization back to a stone age. What little part of it that held a human population was under a dome on the other side of the planet. Three continents and two huge oceans away.

No one should be here.

“Is she in uniform?”

“No,” Thia said breathlessly. “She’s unconscious. Just over that rise. Barely breathing.”

“It looks like a tourah got her and tried to eat her. It’s really gross, but totally awesome.”

He ignored Darice’s commentary. “Is she human or Andarion?” Each species had colonies set up here on separate continents in the south.

They both shrugged.

Thia tugged at his arm. “She has black hair and is really tall, so she could be either. But does it matter? She’s hurt and needs help.”

“All right. Both of you take Illyse back to camp, and wait for me.”

“But —”

“No buts,” Hauk said sharply, cutting off Thia’s protest. “Get the blaster your father gave you, and wait for me in my tent. If I don’t come back, you two are to return to our meeting spot, and wait until your comm comes back on, and you can signal Chayden for retrieval, understood?”

Still, she hesitated.

“C’mon, Thee.” Darice pulled her toward the camp. “He’ll never let us go with him. You know that.”

Reluctantly, she grabbed Illyse’s collar and followed after Darice.

Taking inventory of his weapons and their charge levels, Hauk waited until they were halfway to his tent. If this was a trap, he didn’t want the kids anywhere near it.

He prepared for the worst, and strapped his short Andarion battle sword across his back. While it wasn’t his primary weapon, which was why it was worn over the back and not at the waist with his blasters, it was the one that wouldn’t run out of ammunition.

Extremely wary, he made his way toward the rise Thia had mentioned. A rise that would make a great spot for a sniper to set up surveillance…

His senses on high alert, he saw the body as soon as he came up the slight hill. She lay on her side, facing the opposite direction. He skimmed the horizon in all directions, but detected no obvious threats. Even her rifle was several feet away, out of her reach.

Not that it mattered. He knew the tricks his kind implemented. He hadn’t lived this long by being a total idiot.

That being said, partial ones apparently lived to fight another day.

Crouched and ready, he secured her weapon first. A standard laser rifle, it had no markings of any kind. Military or civ. Nothing he could use to ID her with. However, these were the weapon of choice for many assassins, since they made very little sound when they were fired.

It appeared she’d squeezed off two shots at whatever had attacked her. Other than that, it didn’t tell him much. Still unsure if it was a trick or not, he made his way over to her.

She didn’t move.

Looking around again for any friends she might have, he carefully rolled her to her back. There was a gash above her right brow and another along her ribs. Something had tried to rip out her throat, but she must have fought it off.

Thia had been right, the woman was dressed as a civ, in dark brown desert clothes and a dirty poncho. She might be a native or raider.

She might yet be an assassin after him. Given the rifle and the specialized scope on it, that was definitely not off the table.

He hesitated as he took in her exotic features. Not classically beautiful by any means – he knew that face well. For one full minute, he couldn’t breathe as old memories surged. Except for the black hair and height, she was a dead ringer for Fain’s ex-wife.

But that wasn’t possible. Omira would be older than this woman. And as Thia had noted, with the short black hair, light caramel skin, and height, she might not be human at all. Andarion was still a possibility.

Even so, the similarity in looks was striking and unnerving.

As gently as he could, he parted her lips to check her species. Her teeth were small and well shaped. Clean and white. Given that, and the rest of her appearance, it was doubtful she lived in this hellhole full time. Way too much attention to personal hygiene for a desert raider who scavenged for sustenance. Though why she’d be out here alone, unless she was hunting him, he couldn’t fathom.

“Okay, you’re human.” And she was definitely not faking her injuries, otherwise she’d bite him for his rude intrusion of personal space. He holstered his blaster and slung her rifle over his back.

Gathering her into his arms, he rose with her. As he did so, her hair caught against the thorny bush under her and the black wig was pulled free to expose a flesh-colored skullcap. Curious, he removed it to find a wealth of long blond hair that was almost as pale as Nykyrian’s.

Damn. She really favored Omira. Thank the gods Fain wasn’t here. His brother would have a stroke.

And probably cut her throat.

Hauk cradled her against his chest, amazed at how little she weighed. Especially given her height. She was a lot taller than the average human woman. Andarion females were normally well muscled and stout. They had a nice heft when you picked them up, and like the other males of his species, Hauk preferred a female he didn’t fear crushing. One who would be physically able to enjoy and return the fierce passions of an Andarion male. Underneath her poncho and loose pants, she must be as scrawny as Kiara or Thia.

Careful not to hurt her more, he carried her back to camp, where the kids were waiting.

And fighting.

While it was the Andarion way to argue over any little thing, he’d spent enough time among humans or alone that he now craved a modicum of peace once in a while.

Silence would be even better.

As soon as he entered his tent, Thia opened his pallet so that he could lay the woman down. “I already got the medical pack and water.”

“I told her not to waste supplies on someone so pathetic they couldn’t protect themselves. But she didn’t listen.”

Thia shoved at Darice.

He shoved back.

“Stop it!” Hauk snapped at them.

The scent of blood, combined with that of their anger, had the lorina growling and unsettled. Hauk held Illyse off the woman by her red collar. “Take her outside and tie her up.”

Thia immediately obeyed.

Hauk pulled the medical pack to him so that he could go through it, and see if they had something that could help their unknown “guest.” How he wished Syn was here. His friend and ally was a doctor well versed in human medicine. Him, not so much. What little he knew about human anatomy was how to apply tourniquets to those injured in battle until a medic could relieve him.

And what vital organs he needed to disable or puncture to kill them.

“She’s human?” Darice curled his lip at the sight of her blond hair.

“Don’t start, D. Like Thia said, she needs our help.”

Darice scoffed. “She’s human,” he repeated. “She wouldn’t help us if we were the ones hurt.”

“You don’t know that.” Hauk pulled out an antiseptic cloth. “Go start lunch.”

Sheepish, Darice glanced away.

Dread consumed Hauk over that look. “What?”

“We didn’t catch anything, after we dressed. In case the woman wasn’t alone, Thia wouldn’t let me keep hunting while she came back here for you.”

“Good for her.”

Darice curled his lip in defiance. “What could humans do to me?”

Oh to be that naive and stupid again.

He cupped the back of his nephew’s head and forced him to meet his gaze so that he could see how serious he was. “They could make you wish you were dead. Never underestimate an enemy. No matter who or what they are. That is a special kind of stupid arrogance no one can afford.”

Darice inclined his head.

“Now, go. I have emergency rations in my pack near the water. You can rehydrate it and warm it.”

Darice scooted away and left Hauk alone to tend the woman.

He cleaned the obvious wounds first then looked for more torn clothing to show him others. As he pushed the sleeve back on her arm to wipe off a scratch there, he froze at the words that had been viciously branded into her flesh.

Kill or be killed.

Shit. He knew that mark. Intimately.

Clenching his teeth, he pulled at the neck of her poncho until he had her left shoulder blade exposed. Sure enough, there was her League dagger tattoo. He cursed again.

The harita is an assassin.

Fury darkened his mood. She must have been caught unawares by a wild animal while sighting him. But for a freak accident, she’d have killed him, and left Thia and Darice alone to fend for themselves in the harsh wilderness.

What kind of woman could do such a thing?

An assassin, dumbass.

So much for human compassion. Darice had been right. They should have left her out to die.

Just kill her and get it over with.

It was so tempting. But he’d never murdered anyone. Killing a fully armed soldier who was fighting him was one thing. Cutting the throat of an injured, unconscious woman, even an assassin, was another. That, he couldn’t quite manage.

His mother would be so disappointed in him for that mercy, especially given that the spared female was human.

Nothing new about that. He’d been disappointing her since he popped out of her womb as an underweight preemie and almost killed her.

If he wasn’t the last of his prestigious military line, his parents would have disinherited him when he’d been dishonorably discharged from The League during training.

Hauk winced as he remembered his father’s sneer the day he’d found out. He’d slammed his fist straight into Hauk’s chest and spat in his face. You disgust me, and you dishonor your noble ancestors. It should have been you who died on Oksana. Not my one, true son you killed with your incompetence. How dare you humiliate our bloodlines so!

Even now those words cut him soul deep. Neither of his parents, Darice, nor Dariana ever let him forget the fact that he, the lesser son, had survived by a miracle of twisted fate, and not by any skill he possessed. They used every opportunity to throw it in his face.

But it wasn’t his fault Keris had died. He’d done his best to prevent it, and had almost been killed himself trying to save his brother’s life.

Shaking his head to silence their condemnation and the memories that tore him apart, Hauk forced his thoughts away from the past. No need to dwell there. He couldn’t change it.

And right now, he had something a lot more important to focus on. This was a trained assassin who had been sent to kill him. One who’d almost succeeded, and she wouldn’t stop coming for him so long as he breathed. While assassins usually worked alone, they didn’t always. If there were more League assassins behind her, he needed to know. They still had four more weeks before they were in satellite range again and he could call for a pickup.

The whole point of Endurance was to survive as if they’d crashed on the planet and had nothing save one survival pack of minimal supplies to sustain them. There was no one to call for help. No backup.

Completely alone, they were supposed to climb to the top of Mount Grenalyn, pluck a feather or bone from the nest of a sparn, and return to their drop site. It was a bonding experience that was usually shared between parent and child. A once-in-a-lifetime adventure designed to teach the teen confidence, self-reliance, and everything he or she needed to know in the event they should ever be on their own in a hostile environment.

And it didn’t get any more hostile than to have an assassin on your ass.

How had she found him? No one knew where they were. That, too, was part of the training. The only one who was supposed to have their coordinates was the pilot who dropped them off – the primary reason why it was always a trusted family member.

Chayden would die before he gave them up. As would Fain.

It made no sense.

And that, too, concerned him.

Hauk narrowed his gaze on the woman. “You better live.” He had to have answers from her. And if she was here to kill him, she had a ship nearby. One he might be able to use to get the kids to safety before anyone else came after him.

“Are you all right?”

He looked up as Thia returned to the tent. “What?”

“That expression on your face… it’s terrifying, Uncle Hauk. I’m used to my dad looking like he’s about to kill someone all the time, but not you.”

He softened his features for her and smiled. “Better?”

“Kind of. But I think I’ve been emotionally scarred. For life.”

He lovingly scoffed at her words. “I hope it takes more than my grimace to emotionally scar you, little one.”

“Says the male who has no idea just how bloodthirsty and cruel he appeared a minute ago. It’s one thing to be told your beloved uncle is a fierce warrior, it’s another one to see it firsthand.”

That was true. Because of his massive size, especially compared to Thia, he’d always gone out of his way to smile and be gentle and soft-spoken around her. When she’d first moved in with her father, she’d been absolutely traumatized by her violent stepfather, and the lunatic animals who’d worked for him. Animals Aksel had had around Thia since the moment of her birth. Not to mention the fact that the sadistic bastard had beaten Thia to the brink of death, and then brutally murdered her mother in a fit of rage.

Back then, understandably, the girl had been terrified of her own shadow.

The first time she’d officially met Hauk, Thia had burst into tears and run off to a closet to hide. It’d been a good three months before she’d finally stopped trembling in his presence. Almost a year before he could hug her.

And he’d sworn to her that he would die for her protection.

He held his hand out toward her to reassure her that his anger was under control, and would never be directed at her. “You know I’d never hurt you, baby.”

She moved to hug him. “I know.” She gave him a fierce squeeze. “Love you, Uncle Hauk.”

“Love you, too, precious.” He kissed her cheek. “Why don’t you go oversee Darice while he attempts to poison us?”

She laughed. “I’ve never seen anyone more inept at food preparation. It’s really quite impressive… in a very sad sort of way.”

“Yes, it is.” He watched as she left him alone with his hostage.

And while he would never say or do anything to hurt or scare Thia, this assassin didn’t fall under his protection. Wounded or not, she would answer his questions or feel the full wrath of the warrior who wouldn’t hesitate to make her bleed until she spilled her guts to him, or he spilled them at her feet.