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  “Wait!”

  Drak ignored Clark’s demand, closing the doors. The lift began to move.

  Roth eyed him. “We’ve removed our weapons and have no details of what is taking place.”

  Drak had already torn open his shirt, and he bent, yanking off his footwear. “I am a weapon. She’s my mate!”

  Roth and his grouping began to strip, leaving their pants on. They all rushed out of the lift when the doors parted on level six. Loud alarms blared, red lights flashing. Drak didn’t know what they meant. Maybe there was breach in the hull. He didn’t care. He was going to find Abby, even if he died searching for her. He rushed down the hall, letting his claws slide out of his fingertips and the end of his toes to get better traction to run faster. He cleared the first corner in the corridor and almost ran over two humans in security uniforms.

  He grabbed one, forgetting his claws were out. Blood welled on the human’s arms. “Where is storage three?”

  The man was clearly terrified, too much to speak, so the other human answered. “This way. Follow me.” He took off running.

  “Turn off that alarm,” Roth yelled at the human.

  Drak snarled, releasing the human he held and hating how slow they moved as he was forced to hold back his speed. They reached the second corner and the male threw his body against the wall, pointing. “In there.”

  That was all Drak needed to hear. He entered, the sound echoing in the cavernous room, deafening to his sensitive ears. The alarm was much louder here than in the corridor. It was tempting to cover his ears but he didn’t. Abby was all that mattered.

  He roared, the sound drowned in the alarms. His female was in there somewhere; he’d picked up her scent. Abby was afraid. It enraged him even more, forcing his shift. Someone was going to die.

  He inhaled, using his nose since his ears were useless. His keen eyes saw a human male hiding behind a crate with a blaster in his hand. He hadn’t seen them enter. Drak couldn’t see his face but the male fired, aiming toward the back corner.

  Kill.

  Drak attacked, but even as he leapt at the male, claws out, he took note of the security outfit.

  He curled his claws, hitting the male with his weight instead. He was slammed into the crate and immediately went motionless when they both landed on the floor. Drak batted the weapon away from the unconscious male’s hand.

  He spotted yet another male firing toward the corner. That one also wore a security outfit—but the male glanced back, looking right at him.

  Rage had Drak roaring again. He knew that human. It was Milts. The male who’d pushed Abby into the Cadia den.

  He rushed at the male.

  Milts paled, his mouth opening wide as he swung around to fire his blaster at Drak.

  Shifted Veslors were faster.

  Drak leapt, claws lethally extended, and hit the male’s body.

  The alarms cut out, but the screams of the human under him, being crushed and shredded, took their place. It quickly stopped. Drak yanked his paw free of the male’s flesh and swiped his throat with his claws to make certain he no longer lived.

  A sharp, painful jolt hit his back leg. He released Milts and turned his head.

  He knew that human, too. Bradley Rogers. The male had shot him. It was just a graze, something that would heal quickly, but it pissed him off.

  Drak opened his mouth, roaring at him and flashing him deadly fangs. He poised to attack him but Gnaw beat him to it. Rogers never even saw him coming.

  One second he was standing there, preparing to fire at Drak again, the next, he was screaming and dying under Gnaw’s four-legged fury.

  Roth trotted up to him and motioned with his head toward the back of the room. Then he leapt high, going to the top of a stack of crates. Drak ignored the pain in his back leg and took to high ground as well, landing on a crate. It was easy work for them to jump from crate to crate.

  Laser fire sounded again, just a single shot. He made it the next crate, preparing to pounce on the enemy—but when he peered down, it was his Abby huddled behind it. She was curled in a tight ball, leaning against the crate, and as he watched, she shoved the hand holding a blaster around the corner, firing blindly.

  Drak lifted his head, spotting Roth on the other crate. His leader could easily see Abby, too, from that angle. Drak jumped, landing between the wall and the crate. He missed Abby by inches and retracted his claws.

  She gasped, blaster swinging toward him. He used a paw to gently pin the weapon against the crate.

  Abby’s eyes widened as she stared into his—then she surprised him by throwing herself against him. Her free arm wrapped around his thick neck.

  “Drak! I’m so glad to see you!”

  He gently released the blaster with his paw. Abby dropped it and hugged him with her other arm, plastering herself to his body. He tried to back off, remembering that he’d killed Milts. He had blood all over the front of him. Abby refused to let him ease away, clinging to him tighter.

  A heavy body landed near them. Drak turned his head, watching Roth transform. His grouping leader crouched.

  “You must let him go, Abby. He needs to calm himself before he can shift back, and he’s getting blood on you. All the males who were in here with you are either dead or unconscious. You are safe.”

  “I don’t care.” She shook her head wildly against his throat. “I thought I was going to die! I love you, Drak. I don’t want to go back to the life I had before I met you.”

  He nuzzled her head, purring. Drak attempted to shift but he couldn’t. Roth was correct. He was too worked up. He stared at his grouping leader.

  “I’ll handle the humans and find us clothing. You comfort your female.” Roth rose, walking out of sight around the crate.

  Drak kept purring, hoping it was helping Abby to calm. She stroked the back of his neck, finally lifting her face away from him. He met her gaze as she studied him.

  “Wow, I wanted to see you shift…and you are totally badass.”

  He flashed her his fangs.

  Abby laughed. “Dangerous.” Then she released his neck and reached up, gently cupping his face. “I accept all of you. It’s going to take more time before I’m ready to do super-kinky things with you, though.”

  He understood, giving a slight nod.

  “Thank you for coming to rescue me.”

  He wished he could speak, and Drak attempted to transform again. That time he was able, feeling his skin tingling. Then bones popped.

  Abby released him, inching back. He ended up on his hands and knees before her. “You stayed alive long enough for me to reach you. You’re very brave.”

  “Desperate.” She looked at her hands. “Please tell me this blood belongs to those assholes.”

  “Milts.”

  “You brought me the blood of my enemy…” She choked up. “There’s a joke in there somewhere, and later I’m going to laugh about this. Right after we shower and maybe get a little drunk. Maybe a lot drunk. There were three of them. Rogers, Milts, and Peters. Did you get them all?”

  “I knocked one out, thinking he might be here to help but not willing to risk leaving him conscious in case he wanted to harm you. I killed Milts, and Gnaw handled Rogers. He didn’t survive.”

  Abby nodded.

  “You’re in shock.”

  Maith came around the crate. He had tied a tarp around his naked waist and held out another one. “Best we could find. Humans seem uncomfortable seeing our big rods.”

  “Well, if all of you are anything like Drak here in the size department, it’s called ‘envy’. Not uncomfortable.” Abby suddenly laughed. “I think I’m a little hysterical.”

  Drak rose, taking the tarp from Maith. The male showed him how to secure it with small ties attached to part of the top. He then reached down, scooping Abby into his arms. “I’m getting you clean and checking over every inch of your body. Are you hurt anywhere?”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m good. Promise. I’ll let