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A Union of Convenience (Formerly ‘Alone’)	By : Keen Category: M through R > Predator Views: 13010 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            Completely
revised and reedited as of 10/02/2008, voice your opinions and criticisms at
will.
-Cam

            Isis
looked up from her plate. She heard a noise, what sounded like nails scratching
on hard floor. Easing from the ship’s dining nook, she walked with dinner knife
discreetly in hand towards the sound. Little green spots guided her to the
bridge where she found a dark shadow, a featureless shape, moving about.
Slapping the panel for the light, she was relieved to see Ali’shir limping
amongst the consoles. He immediately stopped and faced her.
                        “Where is Tilak?” he spat rudely, as if he had stolen him.
                        “Secured in the storage
room,” she said tucking the knife into her pants. “You really should stay off
your feet, your only agitating your wounds.”
            He looked to his side and the trail
of blood at his feet. If the female
thought this was something of concern she was sorely mistaken. He turned back
to the controls with a growl, “Where are we going?”
                        “To Ge’tan,”
she said.
                        “So it was not my
imagination that you grabbed for the controls in Reegan,”
he said, “You know how to pilot as well.”
            Isis
saw no point in lying now, “I can,” she nodded.
            Ali’shir groaned, shaking his head
to the sky, muttering in the Elder’s language. “A’rah, what have you done?!” he
roared.
            She folded her arms, “You should be
thankful I can, we would not have made the deadline otherwise.”
                        “Enough of this,” he
snarled moving from controls. “Take me to my charge.”
            Isis
started to move with him, heading in the direction for the storage room when he
swayed, dizzy and light-headed. He grabbed roughly at the machines at his sides
to stay on his feet, but still dared to take a step to follow her.
                        “Hard headed fool, will
you take a seat now?”
                        “No, I will see Tilak and-” he shook his head. His thoughts fizzled like a
breath of smoke. He freed a hand, letting go of a support to massage his aching
head and nearly fell over.
                        “You will sit your ass
down like I told you to,” Isis took advantage
of his momentary imbalance and knocked him into the pilot’s seat with a shove.
“I have no strength left to pull or drag you anywhere again.”
            Ali’shir was angered by her
boldness, he needed no one’s help, least of all hers. “You are testing my word female,” he growled,
“No one will harm you but that is not to say unfortunate things can’t happen.”
                        “I think all that can
happen to me has, including you.” she muttered, pulling the repair kit into her
lap.
            Ali’shir watched intensely as she
mixed the salve. He kept stopping her, checking if she knew what mixed with
what until irritated she told him to be quiet.
                        “I’ve done this many
times, even to myself.” She assured.
            Ali’shir growled at her tone but lazed
in his seat, fixing his mouth shut. He started purring absentmindedly as her
hands slid over him. The feather light touch gentle as it was soothing,
painting his wounds with the medicine. Letting his head lull, he was enjoying
the silence and her hands when she spoke.
                        “How did you know I
would help you?”
                        “My sister trained you,”
he said, “It could have gone no other way.”
            Her eyes raised in surprise, “Your
sister?”
                        “A’rah.” He nodded.
            Isis
sat back on her haunches with arms folded. A disbelieving smile brightened her
face, “Bullshit.”
                        “Why is that so
incredible?”
            First of all, he was a badblood and A’rah was the most honourable yautja she knew. Second, Isis
confessed the way he obsessed about her she thought he was a suitor or lover.
Even if she hadn’t witnessed her brother’s murder with her own eyes, Isis wouldn’t have asked that many questions. And lastly,
“She never mentioned you.”
                        “I wasn’t worth
mentioning for a long time,” he said lowering his eyes.
            Isis
could see that being true but she wouldn’t tease him about it. It looked as if
he was already beating himself up over it, sulking in thoughtful silence.
Standing she packed the kit and flung her gloves in the waste.
                        “Thank you,” he said
moving upright with considerably less pain.
                        “At least you won’t drip
now.”
            Without notice, he touched her hand
and Isis jumped turning to face him. His palm
was surprisingly warm as was the tone of his voice, “Not for this although it
is appreciated,” he began, touching his newly bandaged sides. “For taking care
of her when I could not. For giving her a proper burial.”
            Isis
could have screamed. Of all people he had to be the one to see her pay her last
respects to her friend, he had to bee the one to see her cry and mourn. She
wanted to shrivel up and dissolve right then but instead she forced a smile,
“You are so much nicer doped up.”
                        “So are you.”
            Despite the softness in his eyes, he
spoke so crisply she wondered if he was even joking. He released her hand and Isis stood quickly, dusting off her knees and the tingle
in her hand, “I’ll see if Tilak can be helped,” she
said, “He is in worse shape than you.”
                        “As he should be,”
                        “You do remember the
request asked that he be captured alive.” She said.
            Ali’shir waved a dismissive hand,
turning back to the controls, “Do as you like female, I will not stop you,” He
was cold again. His mannerisms and words were crisp as he lorded over the
bridge. “I will be along in a moment to check his progress.”
            Isis
nodded and took up the kit, walking hurriedly to the door. She was glad to get
away from him. The sincerity in his eyes unnerved her. She was just getting
comfortable with his cold and practical nature, the fact he was seemingly
heartless made him easier to hate which was a plus. It meant she wouldn’t get
attached and it wouldn’t hurt in the slightest when they eventually parted
ways.

            Isis
walked from the helm to the storage room in the aft of the ship. She pushed the
door open slightly and looked at the body sagging pitifully in its restraints
on the table. Asleep and set on an angle, Tilak
looked like a vampire, half-raised from his coffin with arms folded over his
chest. Isis set down her kit and began
unwrapping the gauze like stuff from his chest when he made a noise. Looking
up, she could see he was awake and very much focused on her. His whole head
followed her as she eased away his bandages. The tediousness involved with
being gentle irritated him; he’d much rather she tore it off in one yank.
                        “I will not break,” he
grit. “I am a great warrior. I have endured much more painful things, human.”
            Isis
didn’t even realise she was being mercifully ginger until then. The way he
hissed that last word made her regret she had been. She ripped the spongy
material from him, taking a thin layer of skin with it. He didn’t even so much
as flinch.
                        “So it understands,” he
purred.
            Isis
could have kicked herself for falling prey to that trap twice now but she did
nothing else to acknowledge she understood, not matter what he said. And he did
say a lot. He started from the
beginning, telling her how he knew Ali’shir as a fighter when he was young. He
was a young and impetuous thing then with a very volatile temper, so all the
traps he set were designed to frustrate him and bait him to give in to that
temper. Tilak was hoping he would become so riled up
he’d blindly charge into the flight,
                        “And it would have
worked if you were not there,” he mused. “Ali’shir was never really one to have
patience for females, much less friends. Which one are you? Friend or female?” he purred suggestively.
            Isis
pretended not to hear him, focusing at the task at hand instead. Like Ali’shir,
he had a set of jagged holes in his chest but there was no infection so he
would live. She bent to get more salve when he thrashed suddenly, clanging his
chains.
            Isis
froze immediately, struggling to remain calm and not to show fear. She wasn’t
sure if he was still chained or if he gotten himself free. Daring to look up
she was glad to see he was still restrained.
                        “Will you not speak to
me, human?” he said, his tone almost plaintive, “I know you can.” Tilak waited patiently for a response, but she gave him
none. He took her continued silence was telling in of itself.
                        “You know teaching
foreigners our ways is forbidden don’t you?” Tilak
thought aloud, “That’s why you protect him with your silence.” Isis said nothing but the Elder knew he was right. “What
I cannot understand is why you protect him when he does not show concern for
you.”
            His eyes were on her wrists. Her
skin tore as she yanked herself free of the hull wall, where Ali’shir chained
her.
                        “I would call you
foolish but perhaps your kind is too dim witted to know any better.”
            Isis
lowered her hands quickly, letting her sleeves cover the criss-crossing scars
and moved to pack up the kit. Tilak could only laugh
at her
                        “Are you ready to talk
yet, human?”
            Oh, she was ready to talk. Isis was about to open her mouth and tell him exactly
where she wished that tree had caught him when the door at her back creaked
open.

            Ali’shir came to stand behind Isis and met eyes with the Elder.
                        “Leave us,” he growled.
            Isis
sucked her teeth and turned. She was about to snap at him for ordering her like
a dog, but his stare cut her cold. Their intense gaze spoke of a bitter history
and intense hatred. Now that they were reunited, that hatred seemed close to
boiling over and Isis did not want to be there
for that. Wordlessly she nodded and moved for the door, leaving the two
embattled males to talk.
                        “Fine choice, youngblood.” Tilak rumbled,
watching Isis’s curvy backside vanish. “Young,
obedient, quiet. A fine choice.”
                        “She is not my mate,”
                        “She is not?” Tilak said.
            Ali’shir rolled his eyes at the
mocking tone, “You know she is not.”
            “Of course she is not,” the male
hissed, “She doesn’t reek as failure, as you do.”
                        “Watch what you say, old
one.” Ali’shir warned.
            Tilak
laughed at his icy stare and puffed chest, “Spare me Ali’shir. I taught you
that look.”
                        “You taught me nothing,”
                        “I taught you
everything,” he growled. “Your father was wise enough to know his shortcomings.
That human could never hope to raise you as a warrior, which is why he brought
you to me and it was I that built you. I was the reason Tu’shar even glanced at
you and then you just threw it all away,”
            Ali’shir turned away from him. He
built him into something he grew to hate, there was
nothing to take credit for. “You taught me nothing but lies,” he said
irritably.
                        “I taught you what you
needed to survive, youngblood.”
                        “You made me a laughing
stalk,” Ali’shir hissed. “You let her
turn me into a laughing stock.”
                        “You were lucky she even
took you as her mate, looking the way you do.” Tilak
let his eyes settle on Ali’shir and he actually felt pity. “Even without your
amour you wear a mask. You are still ashamed of that half of you,”
                        “The only shame I have
is in knowing you. How dare you bring such dishonour-”
                        “I brought dishonour?” Tilak shouted,
angrily. “What I have done pales in comparison to your transgressions!”
            Ali’shir folded his arms with smug
satisfaction. He did not contest what he had done nor did he go unpunished for
it, “Council has already passed judgement on my actions. I have paid for my
crimes,” Tilak shook his head with a trill and
immediately Ali’shir understood what he was hinting at. “The human is of no
importance,”
                        “She is an outsider that
knows our language, our ways, and our medicine.” The Elder replied.
                        “She is of no
importance,” Ali’shir maintained.
            “That will be for council
to decide, youngblood.” Tilak
said slyly. “And as you know, their judgement is very much final.”
            Ali’shir nearly put his fist through
the wall. He told Isis to stay put for this
very reason. Knowing all she did and without any formal tie to any clan, she
would be seen as a liability. Pet or no, Council would not even blink before
deciding she had to be killed and quiet possibly him as well.
            Ali’shir moved to the door and
locked it, taking a deep calming breath. Tilak would
simply have to be reasoned with. Ali’shir was almost certain he could explain
himself in a patient and rational manner.

            Isis
watched as Ali’shir moved to the hatch door and laid a tentative hand over the
lock. He took a final moment to make sure she understood how serious this
meeting could be. The situation was delicate enough with him coming back to the
clanship that turned its back on him, but it was only complicated by her
presence.
                        “Keep your eyes down and
do not speak until spoken to. You are a pet. Do not make them think you are
anything but that, understood?”
                        “I’ve done this before
with A’rah, I know the drill,”
                        “Do not speak,” he grit,
“That starts now.”
            Isis
pressed her mouth shut, silently nodding. She wanted to cuss him out for that
but the door was already opening. Ali’shir motioned for her to follow and she
did, exiting the ship down its long metal walkway. She was surprised to see a
cluster of ship’s guards walking to meet them.
            Council grew impatient with waiting
for the male and sent the ship’s guards to extract him, forcibly if need be. Isis too wondered why he took so long too but she wasn’t
about to question him after all the shouting and snarling he did with Tilak. He left the room with a roar and ripped apart the
training room before he growled at her to get ready to leave.
            The group entered council hall to
the sound of whispering and gasps until a bark from the council dais told them
to be silent. The Lead Elder slowly stood to greet the pair, flicking his eyes
coldly over them both. His tone spoke of his irritation,
                        “I am so delighted you
chose to join us, Ali’shir.”
                        “Forgive my tardiness.
There was a problem with my charge,”
            Elder Joi’en craned his neck,
searching the room and then looked to the head guard. “Where is he? Where is Tilak?”
            A guard, one of the ones that
brought Ali’shir and Isis into the room, took a knee, lowering himself as he
told the Elder the disparaging news.
                        “What do you mean he is
dead?!” Joi’en roared. “The last report we received said he was injured but on
his way to recovery.”
            Ali’shir tilted his head, “What
report would that be?”
            Joi’en leaned forward and touched a
device at his side. Isis was surprised to hear
her voice fill the crowded hall. Ali’shir was furious. He turned slightly to
growl,
                        “Must I chain your mouth
shut as well?”
            Isis’s
reasoning was clear. He was injured and they demanded an update. She had done
the very same thing with A’rah so many times it had become habit, one she did
without thinking.
            Done with the recording, Joi’en sat
back in his chair, glaring at the male. “So Ali’shir, tell me what happened
here?”
                        “Unfortunately he
succumbed to his wounds,” he supplied.
                        “Obviously,” Fushel, another Council member, grunted amusedly.
            His face was almost one of
appreciation as they wheeled Tilak’s body in, torn
open down its centre, guts piled hastily atop his chest. Isis
took a calming breath as she realised the shouting she was hearing was probably
the Elder’s death throws. She had to clasp her hands behind her back to keep
from hitting Ali’shir.
                        “Did I not remind you he
was supposed to brought in alive,”
she hissed quietly.
            Ali’shir snorted, “I think you have
said enough for one day,”
                        “Not that you listened
at all. That was very stupid,”
            Ali’shir ground his teeth, struggling
not to turn and roar at her. She was wrong for telling him to expect him alive,
she wasn’t supposed to talk period and yet here she was, chastising him for
helping her. Did she even realise how much trouble they would be in if an alive
Tilak was brought in to council? He would have told
it all and there would have been no denying it because the proof was in her
recording.
                        “Thank you for your help
female, but now all I require of you is silence,”
he hissed.
            Isis
bit her lip and returned her head to the floor. Their silent squabbling drew
more stares. Aside from the gallery’s obvious aversion towards her, there was
an overwhelming tension between Ali’shir and Lead Elder Joi’en. The two
exchanged glances that only spoke of hate and disgust they held for one
another.
                        “Why is it you received
care and he did not?” Joi’en asked.
                        “I was unconscious and
the female tended to me,”
            Joi’en glanced at Isis,
“Could she not tend to Tilak as well? He is an Elder
who outranks you several times over. His care should have taken precedence over
yours.”
                        “She does not understand
the intricacies of our ways, Elder.”
                        “But she understands our
medicine,” he asked, motioning to the wounds that peaked out of the wrap about
his waist. Joi’en could tell his injuries had been cauterized with a salve that
took precise measurements. It took practice to know how to mix them properly.
Practice that the human should not have had as a pet.
            The slender female at Joi’en’s side shifted in her seat, slowly crossing her long
legs, her tone was light and breathy, falsely innocent as she posed the question,
“How do you explain this disparity, Ali’shir?”
            The male swallowed thickly as the
female moved in her seat and forced himself to look away, “We have only been
together a short time, Elder Kai. There is much my mate has yet to learn,”
            Isis
blinked, “Say again?” she hushed.
            Ali’shir shot a glare of warning to
her and she quickly resumed position, head lowered and eyes at her feet. She
wanted to protest, scream it wasn’t true but Joi’en did it for her.
                        “I should strike you
down where you stand for your dishonesty,” Joi’en growled. “Tell her to
approach,”
                        “Tell her yourself, she
understands quiet well.”
            Ali’shir nudged Isis
forward. She felt her heart race as the Elder slowly stood from his seat. The
male was a imposing wall of flexing muscle that towered nearly four feet over
her. She gasped as he grabbed her, roughly pinching her chin as he turned her
head left and then right.
            Joi’en grunted his displeasure. She
was not the image of a suitable foreign female. The humans he had seen were
slender, soft and curvy creatures that smelled of sweet things. The only thing
soft on this female was her skin. Her arms, thighs and claves curved with
defined muscles. Joi’en’s hand bushed up her top,
exposing the skin between her collar bones and breasts twisted with scars. The
washboard planes of her stomach flexed with every nervous breath and the hands
that reached timidly to cover her body had worn and gnarled knuckles.
            The acting Lead Elder tossed her
hands down, clicking with disgust, “She is no breeder, Ali’shir.”
                        “But she is my mate,
which explains why she knows so much, yes?”
            Joi’en flicked his eyes over her.
Her mannish build should have been a turn off but there was enough there to
tell him she was a female. Her breasts and hips mainly. His eyes were trained
on them. The pleasing curves strained the white top and khaki cargos. He
smoothed a hand over the jagged gashes on her hip, sending a shiver through
her. It amused him she responded so to his touch.
            Joi’en stood closer and spoke in a
soft low tone, “You hunt, human?”
            Isis
looked at Ali’shir, who gave her the nod to speak. “I do.”
                        “And he allows this?”
            She frowned, not liking his
patronising tone. She knew enough about yautja
couples to know the male did not order the female around like an animal. Why
should it be any different because she is a human?
                        “I do what pleases me,”
she replied.
            Joi’en gave a throaty growl and
moved closer. He glanced at Ali’shir as he brushed against Isis again, daring
the male with look alone to stop him from touching what was his.
                        “A female’s body is made
for breeding.” He purred. “If you were mine, I would give you many, many
children.”
            Isis looked away as he breathed the
words on her. He was serious. She could feel just how serious he was press
against her back. Fortunately, she wasn’t the only one made uncomfortable by
his display.
            Seeing her mate bury his face in her
hair, Elder Kai shifted and cleared her throat loudly. She was all for Joi’en
upsetting Ali’shir which is why she allowed it, but enough was enough. He was
enjoying himself too much.
            Joi’en, sensing his mate’s
displeasure, eased back, letting his eyes settle on Isis a second longer before
returning to the dais. “During your stay here, I will forbid you to hunt
female. We are in need of breeders and if your mate is not up to task, please
find me.”
                        “We will not be
staying,” Ali’shir said.
                        “Oh but you must,” Elder
Kai said, softly. “Your job was to successfully capture Tilak
alive, Ali’shir.”
                        “As you know, he was a gifted
teacher. We are one less for an instructor now,” Joi’en added.
                        “You still would have
been one less if he was rotting in a cell. The male had gone mad,” Ali’shir
countered.
            Elder Navin
shook his head full of grey locks, offering Ali’shir information he did not
know. “His daughter’s killer has been since captured. We were confident once he
exacted his revenge to his liking, he would have returned to us.”
                        “Your confidence in what
he would have done aside, my job is done. We will not be staying,”
            Ali’shir took Isis by the arm and
turned with her, heading for the door when Joi’en roared at them to halt. He
wielded his temporary power expertly, promising to hunt them to the ends of the
known universe if he did not make proper amends.
                        “When you accepted the
Arbitrator’s obligations you had to fulfil them as they were assigned, not to
your liking.” He hissed, “You will complete the youngbloods’
training and then you can be on your way. Off to nowhere and nothing again,”
            Joi’en moved to stand in front of
the pair, his voice barely a whisper. “If you refuse you will leave me no
choice but to issue a bounty on both of your heads. What little honour your
whore sister had will be obliterated and your insolence will be the reason.”
            Isis felt the muscles in Ali’shir’s arm tense. She held tighter, latching onto it
for all she was worth as he made a fist. Her hands covered his knuckles and
pushed to lower it. The sudden motion made the guards inch closer in
anticipation.
                        “Mind your female,
Ali’shir.” Kai said, “She seems to know what is best for you.”
            Ali’shir didn’t hear her teasing
quip, his attention focused on Joi’en. The Elder wanted him gone. Ali’shir
could see it in his eyes. Joi’en detested him to his very core but he would
keep him because it was what the clan needed and what Tu’shar expected.
Ali’shir could see the actual Leading Elder watching intently from the gallery,
his face fairly un-emotive but his displeasure apparent. Tu’shar had hoped
Ali’shir had become wiser in his absence, but his head seemed as hard-headed as
ever. He gave the slightest disappointed shake of his head and Ali’shir let
Isis move him back. He forced himself to bow as he accepted the task.
            Joi’en snorted amusedly at the act
of submission, “Wise choice, Ali’shir. Let us hope it’s your first of many.
Follow the guards to your quarters,”

            Standing from his seat in the
gallery, Tu’shar watched Ali’shir and his mate exit. Their hands waved angrily
as they squabbled in hushed tones. Some gallery members looked on laughing while
others continued to leave, lamenting audibly about the seeming decline of the
clan.
            Pavi came
to join him, wrapping her arms round Tu’shar. “Why do you look so troubled,
mate?”
                        “How can you not?” he
wondered.
            Pavi knew
why he had his reservations. When Ali’shir discovered Joi’en was going to take
his first mate, he had to be sedated, but not before he went on rampage. Now he
retuned with another female, a human no less, and that foolish Elder openly
flirted with her as well.
                        “That human is trouble,”
Tu’shar cautioned. “She will make him lose focus just like Kaian and then we
will have more trouble on our hands.”
                        “You are being paranoid.
Nothing is ever as bad as you see it,” she said, her mandibles flared in a
smile.
                        “I hope you are not
talking about my performance,” Joi’en joined them with Kai draped on his arm,
like always.
            Tu’shar shook his head no, “You
handled the situation expertly, Joi’en. I was impressed,”
                        “Was there ever any
doubt?” Kai sighed, hugging him closer. “He will be a fine Leading Elder.”
                        “Perhaps, but not
today.” Tu’shar said, “You may retire, I will resume leadership of Council for
the day.”
                        “Are you certain? He
will not mind,” Kai offered. “I’m sure Elder Pavi
would enjoy some quality time with you. I would if I was your mate.”
                        “But you are not,” Pavi snapped holding Tu’shar closer, hearing and smelling
the female’s intention. “We spend plenty of ‘quality time’, if you must know
Elder Kaian.”
                        “As much as you can
stand at your age I’m sure,” Kai trilled.
            Pavi took
a sharp breath, swallowing the urge to throttle the female on the spot. She
excused herself quickly, opting to make sure the new couple were comfortable in
their new quarters. Kai, without someone to irritate, retried to her suite too
leaving Tu’shar and Joi’en time to speak. Tu’shar watched Kai swagger away
suggestively, teasing a group of young males with glimpses of her long shapely
legs.
                        “That female of yours
has more ambition than you do. It is a wonder why she does not try to become
Leading Elder herself.”
            Joi’en shrugged, “She says fighting
chips her nails. But in all seriousness, there is something I must bring to
your attention.”
                        “What is that?”
                        “That female is not Ali’shir’s. She doesn’t smell like him. He has not touched
her like a mate should.”
                        “Like you want to,”
Tu’shar surmised.
            He saw that lustful glint in the
young Elder’s eyes as he inspected her, Joi’en tried to dismiss it as teasing
but the old Elder knew better.
            Tu’shar spoke sternly and plainly so
he would not be mistaken. “You are to keep your hands off this one. I know this
is a game for you, stealing his females and flaunting them in his face but I am
not Tilak and I will not allow it.”
                        “I have my hands full,”
Joi’en said dismissively. “Besides she is alien and ‘mingling’ is a foul
practice, one I would not dare do.”
                        “In any event, do not
make me warn you again.” He clicked irritably.
            Joi’en was amazed, “How is it that
he lied and I am the one you threaten?”
                        “Are you so certain they
are not mates? Or do you want him to be lying?”
            Joi’en understood he thought him
jaded, but that still didn’t dispel the facts at hand. “She is unmarked,
untouched. Things are not what they seem between them.”
                        “Until you bring me
proof, we will work under the assumption that they are. Have I made myself
clear?”
                        “Very clear,” the young
Elder growled. “But when their façade crumbles, I will ask you to remember this
moment. You see what I see Elder. You just do not want to admit it because he
has your favour.”
            Tu’shar remained silent. There was
nothing he could say because he did side with Joi’en. It was plain how
uncomfortable both Ali’shir and Isis were with being so close, even holding
hands. He saw the female’s face when he announced her as his mate, she almost
fainted and he looked shocked to have her grab on his arm. Ali’shir was lying
but what Tu’shar could not figure out was why. Last he understood, Ali’shir
desperately wanted to reunite with his former mate and this female would only
hinder those chances. Kaian did not play second to anyone.
                        “He may have my favour
but I will defer to you if I am handed proof of their deception. Only then will
either of us discuss this again,” Tu’shar said with finality.
                        “Yes, Lead Elder.”
            When Joi’en cleared the doors
Tu’shar realised what he had accidentally done. He gave the male reason to do
everything in his power to prove what they both knew was true. The Lead Elder
hoped for Ali’shir’s sake that he and the human were
together on their efforts to deceive them or else he would be forced to leave
them at Joi’en’s mercy, of which there was absolutely
none.

A/N: Thanks for the comments! I am glad the revisions are well received and
yes, this will be the last major thing I do with this particular story. For
those of you who have been reading since I started, try to forget all the other
stuff and focus on it as it is now. I was totally new to writing then and
thought I could write a story without doing an outline. Go figure.
Chance: The flash back it purposely wasn’t a big to do. I didn’t want to
make it all dramatic and have her fall/blackout/display an irrational fear to
something…but I did want it to be clear she was havin’
a flash back, so, yeah, m’bad, lol.
As for the ‘back story’ I tried to condense it all into passing mention in the
first three chapters, I would like to think the bulk of it is still there
enough to explain the forthcoming chapters, which are virtually untouched and
incidentally the more interesting bits.
LovyDovy: There will be a sequel as there was
much threatening and gnashing of teeth when I ended this, lol.
Once I am done with these revisions, I hope to have gotten my ideas solid by
then and start posting chapters for that, so I am on it!
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A Union of Convenience (Formerly ‘Alone’)