I walked up to stand beside her. “I have this one. It’s small, but it might help.”

She indicated that I should take up a position near Ruk’s head. “Good. Just keep it on his head. If we’re lucky, it will be able to help with his brain bleed.”

“Brain bleed?” Not good. Not good at all. I held my green wand over his head with absolute conviction. I was not moving a muscle, not if I was the only thing stopping his brain injury from killing him.

17

Cormac, Rogue 5, Styx Legion, Medical Center

Three days Ruk had been unconscious in the ReGen pod. Three days my mate sat by his side until I came to retrieve her. The other members of the legion did not know what to think about my quiet little human, nor about the Hyperion on Rogue 5. The legions of Rogue 5 were descendants of the Hyperion bloodlines. Some of us, like me, would occasionally visit the planet. The Hyperions, however, never came to this moon.

Until we’d brought Ruk home and placed him in that pod. I had no idea what he was going to want to do when he woke up. We had sent word to his clan, filling them in on what had happened.

His father and the other warriors were hunting for a traitor.

As was I.

Abby glanced up when I entered the room. As always, she held out her hand to me and I fought disbelief that she was really mine. “He still isn’t awake. All the Atlans are out.”

“Much to my brother’s chagrin.”

Abby grinned up at me. “Stirring up trouble, are they?”

“You could say that.” Styx and the others weren’t having an issue with the Atlans so much as with the willing females of Styx legion who had not yet chosen a mate. The Atlans had set up a repair bay to tear apart and rebuild the Hive ship they’d taken. I didn’t know exactly what they were doing, nor did I care. They had helped save Abby’s life. They could take ten ships if they wanted to.

Abby’s expression darkened quickly as she looked over her shoulder at Ruk’s still form beneath the translucent cover. “Why isn’t he waking up?”

I moved to her side and wrapped my warm hand around her chilled fingers. “He is Hyperion. The ReGen tech will work, but it hasn’t been tuned to his physiology. They have been perfected for members of the Coalition of Planets. Hyperion is not one of them.”

“Well, I don’t like it. I’m worried.”

“Do not worry. I will have the doctor speak to you again if necessary. I will not allow you to suffer.”