Relentless Need

I started a war by existing. Didn't even get a vote.

Now two civilizations want me dead, and my body won't stop changing.

A human bonded to a Thelvathi warrior was never supposed to happen. Gave both sides the excuse they needed to start fighting.

Hunted. Separated. Fyzar drew the hunters after himself so I could vanish—tactical, smart, and killing us both.

The bond stretches across eight years, a taut wire humming with everything we can't say. I feel him fighting for his life. He feels me changing. I'm faster, stronger, and drawing every eye like a goddamn beacon. It's driving him feral from half a galaxy away.

I was supposed to hide. Stay small.

Wait.

I'm getting him back. And the defectors who take me in? They're done running too.

He burned his world down for me. Time I returned the favor.