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was the last time Myra or the others would raise a hand to the once exuberant girl. The next person that raised a hand to her died.
    Amy stopped, plastered herself across the cold snow and watched the horrifying scene in front of her. Myra stood with her back to the lioness, a laser whip fisted in her hands as she towered over the sprawled unarmed girl. Though, she wasn’t really a girl now either. She looked to be in her early twenties as least. How long had they kept her in stasis—forcing her body into a slowly aging hibernation—before bringing them to this planet? How many years had she lost?
    As Myra lifted the whip, Amy crept forward, shoving her worries to the back of her mind. Time enough to contemplate her miserable life later. Besides, she was in no hurry to see herself in a mirror. Right now, Maryann needed her and for once, she wasn’t helpless. This she could do something about.
    Just as the bitch began her down swing, Amy lost what little control she possessed and pounced. Losing her element of surprise, she tackled the woman from behind, pinning the one handed woman to the ground. Before she could grab on to the traitor’s neck to tear out her throat, she felt the sting of the whip rip across her back. Dammit! How could she have forgotten the men? Such a stupid, stupid, mistake, you idiot , she berated herself. She knew better than that. She’d just made a childish mistake that may have just cost both her and Maryann their lives.
    Another man stepped within view. With one at her front and the other at her back, wielding the whip, they had her at a disadvantage. She knew her mistake. It was her mother’s first rule of the hunt. Never let your emotions rule your actions . A clear head meant a clear target and an easy kill. This had just become anything but easy.
    “Back off,” the man gestured with his phase pistol, “or I’ll rape the girl in front of you. Would you like that, you feline bitch? Like to hear your friend beg me for mercy before I strangle the life out of her?”
    Maryann whimpered. Amy’s hackles rose and she cursed her own stupidity. Fuck, what was she going to do now?
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    Agitated beyond belief, Hunter watched as the transporter beam took his friend to the ship where med-techs were on standby, awaiting their prince. He hoped he wasn’t too late. The last thing he wanted to do was let him go up to the ship alone. He felt as though he should be there. His friend risked his life for him and his mate. It seemed such a small thing to expect of one’s best friend.
    He hated to leave him alone with the healers. No one deserved to wake injured and alone but he needed to go back for his mate. As much as he hated to admit that his bond with his oldest friend was changing, his mate needed his help now more than Mikel did. Mikel was their prince and his people would do everything in their power to ensure he lived.
    Turning back to the path that would lead him to where he’d last seen his mate, he inhaled deeply and followed her scent. Pride filled him at her inner strength. She would be no submissive to follow his lead. This woman was strong enough to rule by his side and as his father had just decreed, that was as it should be. Even as injured and filled with pain as she was , she’d managed to overcome her own inner turmoil to help when needed.
    Hunter longed to bond with her—to truly be one. Yet, he knew he must wait a while longer. He knew she wasn’t ready for a mate bond. Hell, she may never be ready for it, but it would come, no matter how hard she resisted. She may not realize it, but the emotional tie between them was strong and soon, like it or not, their bodies would demand the formal binding of the Manruvian mate bonds. It was strange how for months he and his mate had shared a connection, both mental and spiritual and yet, he still didn't know her name.
    He heard a woman's scream, and though he knew it wasn't that of his