“Why am I here again?” Yawning, Trix rubbed her eyes as Nash led her and the other enhanced women into the gym. She hadn’t appreciated him storming into her unit earlier this morning and practically dragging her out of bed away from her medic. …

It had been a few days since Trix started working with Bram. While his gruff answers and body language were still something she’d have to grow accustomed to, his knowledge was invaluable. And if she needed conversation or something translated, Galen was more than happy to provide it to her…

Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. No one knew why it happened or how it occurred at the same time each night, but it became a tradition for the people of the city to stand outside at midnight and watch it. …

The next morning after his first meal, Callum headed to the medical tent, knowing he would piss off a lot of humans. But he didn’t care. Most of the medical providers excluded Wanderers, and he wouldn’t have it. He wore his standard uniform from the mother ship; it was the…

After a few hours of training Skye and discussing retrieving the medical shuttle with the commander, Callum finally made his way to the dining hall. He didn’t remember the last time he ate, and his body was unhappy with the lack of food. …

Looking around the hangar, Trix noticed Callum was no longer in sight. Where did he go? It wasn’t like he could just blend in with everyone else surrounding them. Trix shrugged to herself. Perhaps he went to find his brother. …

Sitting in the Defiant as it flew back to the base, Trix couldn’t help but mull over their interaction. Wanderers and humans could mate. Trix knew they were biologically compatible, hence their presence. …

Sun shining in her face, Trix woke and grinned. She was still on top of Callum, who was still asleep. And he was still inside her, which for some reason, didn’t alarm her. Despite her carnal desires, she hadn’t planned on visiting his tent last night. She wasn’t that easy…

After about a half hour of walking, Trix saw some tents and tarps set up under a small patch of trees. So, that was camp. She shivered, just realizing it was probably January or February. “What’s wrong with you two?” Nola asked, stopping to examine them with her gaze. “We’re…