Holland

derlands, the heavy armored regiment transp

f family manor built from rough black stone. The tall wrought-iron gates were padlocked from the i

nnounce the bride's arrival, but the manor remained dead silent. Up on the second-floor carved balc

s mother, Dolores Wolf, and h

ont gates?" Dolores's shrill voice drifted down on the wind. "Leave her

athered to watch the wedding, pointing at my thick waist and whispering amo

just as I shifted my weight to move,

vy combat boot, and channeled every ounce of her explosive Beta strength i

heavy iron gates tore free of their h

the bushes, sending the three guard dogs ye

let out piercing screams as the vibration shook a clay flo

hip and pointed her other fing

lock my daughter out on her wedding day,

hing her skirts, her frizzy yellow hair a mess and the

bling despite her bluster. "This is the private residence of a Van

der, glaring at me with venomous eye

fless freak doesn't dese

ast my mother, and locked my icy

g me, and you'

completely behind her mother's back. Carie reached into her tactical vest, pulled out a re

Link to High Command right now to report

ng a sickly gray as she clamped her mouth shut. Low laughter rippled through the crowd of watchin

ad arm toward the dozens of skinny

ng celebration! Everyon

ng toward the fenced grove behind the manor where high-grade energy pheasants were

d generously. "There are pheasants in th

, hurrying to prepare the expensive birds. Dolores threw up her hands in despair, t

for energy crystals for Danita!" Dolores wailed, only to

heasants. I stood calmly on the stone steps watching the chaos, then my mother took my hand and led me across the wrecked i