Epilogue
Vaath leaned against the railing around the edge of the pitch and chugged water like it was going out of fashion. Since they’d gotten back from the Summer League, practice had been utterly brutal.
The Legion in his blood murmured happily to itself, but he ignored it. Its idea of a good time was the brutal and bloody violence that happened every day during practice… even if it meant him taping up his wounds every night.
Lifting his head, he watched a freighter begin its descent from orbit.
He had to admit; it was good to have a purpose.
Ferals weren’t usually allowed off the planet, not even to head onto the battlefield to act as shock troops for the Empire, so…
yeah, if you’d told him even three months ago that Parac’Norr would have an official warball team, he’d have laughed in your face and called you a draanthing idiot.
The freighter dropped lower, cutting through the clouds. He squinted, then grinned as the sun glinted off the hull. It was a new paint job, but he recognized the lines of the ship.
“Hey, Raaze,” he called out over his shoulder. “Your female’s back.”
Behind him, the training session ground to an abrupt halt. He didn’t need to turn to figure out why. There was the ‘thud’ of the sphere hitting the dirt and the next second, Raaze sprinted across the field like a male possessed.
Vaath snorted and shook his head, watching their team captain sprint toward the landing pads. He made it there way before Cait finally put the H4-RPY down, practically dancing from foot to foot in his impatience.
The ramp dropped, and Raaze grabbed his little female before she took a step down it. Her laughter filled the air, and Vaath watched Raaze spin her around in his arms.
He rubbed at the center of his chest. A female had never once looked at him the way Cait looked at Raaze. He’d seen it back at the Summer League, the way she’d stood up for him, backed him up to prove that he’d been draanthed over.
A female had never done that for him. For that though, he’d actually need to be in the presence of a female for over five seconds and he’d been Blood Mad since his early teens. Snorting bitterly, he pushed off the railing, turning to head for the showers.
“Team on me!” Raaze called out.
Vaath sighed, rolling his eyes. All he wanted to do was hit the showers and get the mud and blood off his body. The last thing he wanted was to watch Raaze drool all over his female.
Not that he was jealous. Not at all. He liked the little human female, but she wasn’t his.
Turning around, he stopped dead. Cait wasn’t alone. A group of humans walked down the ramp of the H4-RPY behind her. A group of humans… one that contained more females.
His eyes widened, and he started jogging toward them. Just in time to catch Raaze’s introduction.
“Team, meet your support crew. We have coaches, medics, and physical therapists. Between us all, we’re going to mold you into the best warball team in the main league.”
“Wait,” Daavyn broke in, his muscle-corded arms folded over a massive chest. “Main League? Not the Summer League?”
Raaze grinned. “Main league, we’re going all the way, baby!”
The team erupted into cheers, but Vaath’s attention was elsewhere.
The group of humans crowded behind Cait and Raaze, most of them wide-eyed as they looked at the assembled feral players.
His gaze latched onto a little female in the center of the group, her knuckles white around the strap of her backpack.
Hello beautiful. Where have you been all my life?
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