Beast Planet 2: Captive Salvation

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Beast Planet 2: Captive Salvation
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 Trapped in a cage and huddled in the corner, fear pulsing through my veins, my whole body trembled uncontrollably. I glanced down at my naked pregnant stomach. ‘Soon’ a mechanical voice echoed in the darkness. My belly deflated painfully and the wail of a baby’s cry pierced the air. The Druel walked past my cage with my baby clutched upside down in his three thick fingers. I saw my son’s pale skin and clear blue eyes, just like his father’s. A warm wetness reached my feet, soaking in between my toes I looked down and saw the floor coated in blood. My blood. 

Morrdrook, stood with a sword clutched in his hand, behind the Druel, fighting a Fraxi.

“Save him! Morrdrook, you have to save him!” I screamed.

The bars were suddenly gone and Morrdrook clutched me tight, “Aunna, Aunna…”

My eyes flew open; Morrdrook was gently shaking my shoulders. “Aunna, you have bad dreams, wake up.”

I blinked against the artificial lights, focusing on his face. Tendrils of the nightmare still clung to my mind as the fog of sleep lifted. Morrdrook pulled me tight to his chest, running a soothing hand back and forth over my back.

It was a dream, just a dream.

I drew in a shaky breath. “I’m okay. I’m awake.” I rested my head against his chest, drawing strength from his warmth, trying to will the last remnants of the dream from my mind.

“Want to talk about it?” Morrdrook stroked my face. I sighed at his softly spoken question. “Tell me, who did I need to save? Your words—save him.”

I swallowed, trying to gather more moisture in my mouth. Even though my pounding heart slowly started to calm, I couldn’t stop my body from trembling.

“I dreamed about our baby, and the Druel. They came and took our son.”

He was silent for a long moment, so I listened to the steady rhythm of his heart. “I will not let that happen, my Aunna. We are almost home and will talk about it later.”

I nodded and glanced down the line of Zakiu, most of them held their women in a similar fashion; cradled close in their arms, waiting for the ship to reach our destination.