ina

ough stone road, each bump jarring my b

h despair. Zoe huddled in the corner, her soft sobs

fort, but my own heart felt l

eded a plan. I was a surgeon. My entire life had be

was a simple, antique-looking band I'd been wearing when I woke up i

ntion. Now, in the gloom of the carriage, I thought I saw the in

e clearly. A strange, pulling s

he feeling of the rattling carriage and the

es, the sight befor

as standing in a vast, brilliantly lit space

ined with sleek, futuristic cabinets filled with medical equipment I

before a name surfaced from

ity. Standard issue for top-level f

ome with

t. This was it. This was my ace. My key t

swift inventory. Level one: emergency first aid, basic surgica

ked, their displays dark. They seemed to require so

t level were enough to handle almost any m

a lightning bolt: Silve

ns and toxicology analyzer. I tried inputting the n

Unknown complex metallic salt compound. Critically high concentration in nervous system. WARNING: Insuffi

ration" and "insufficient permissions" told me everything. This was worse t

me to a cripple. He'd

line of grey text glowed faintly: "Unl

pe, fierce and defiant, ignited within me. The ex

a healed Alpha war god, his gratitude and protection, would be th

was an opportunity. A massive, h

feeling of weightlessness. I blinked,

worry. "My lady, are you alright? You went

ad. "I'm fine

el of the ring a profound comfort. A s

ht not be your savior, but we can

solate. The trees were tall and menacing, casting long sha

an eternity, the carr

lled from outsid