Free Hide to Stay Alive (Club Release 1) by Pixie Moon Page A

I look around in case the female is talking
to someone else. Several others are heading this way but there’s no
one else she could be talking to.
     
    Pretty Eyes hugs me closer
to him and then answers. “Not at first. I’m taking her home to be
my seema for a while. I’ll let her decide what she wants to do
after she’s been here long enough to make up her mind.” He looks
over at the fighters. “How’s training going, LarPe?”
     
    The male LarPe has just
bested rushes her. She quickly dodges and then sweeps her arm out
knocking him to the ground again. Air whooshes from the downed
male’s lungs.
     
    That has to
hurt.
     
    LarPe smirks at the male
and then looks at Din Zar. “Good, training this pup is
fun.”
     
    At her words, I peek at
the male and notice that he does look younger than the others. I
flinch when two of the other males come up and slap Din Zar on the
back. The way they crowd in near me causes panic to rise in my
chest and catch in my throat. They’re too big and there are too
many of them around me. That they are so different from me is scary
too. I desperately want to run. The hindering cuff on my wrist
intensifies the fright swelling within me.
     
    The male closest to me
sniffs the air and then leaps back a few feet. He bends and looks
right into my eyes. “Sorry about that, little one. I didn’t mean to
scare you.”
     
    I look into his silver
eyes and see that he’s telling me the truth. As he straightens to
his full height, sunlight brings out the red in his dark strands.
The color of his hair surprises me. It’s black until the light hits
the strands in just the right way. It doesn’t look bad on him at
all.
     
    The white scar on the
right side of the warrior’s chin makes me wonder what happened to
him. Much the way I wonder how Din Zar got the scar under his lip.
These beings must live rough lives. Their lightly striped skin
looks thick enough to protect them better than my skin.
     
    As the others start
talking to my captor, I covertly look around and see that the male
on the other side of Din Zar has a touch of blue in his almost
black hair. Most of them seem to have black hair but a few have
touches of another color in their dark hair when the light hits
them just right. I can’t help but wonder if the colors other than
black are natural.
     
    As we stand there, I watch
the group that’s still fighting. They are a tough lot, so far not
one of them has complained about the abuse or asked to stop for a
break. It’s easy to see which ones have been doing this for a long
time. The grace with which they move is beautiful.
     
    I glance around at the
group around us, they seem to be nice enough and they seem to know
Din Zar really well. He must be one of them. That would explain the
confidence he’d shown on the other planet. The other two males on
the spacecraft must be a part of this group too. I wonder what it
would be like to belong to a group that exudes such confidence and
power.
     
    My stomach rumbles loud
enough that all of them stop talking and look at me. I feel my
cheeks heat up. I don’t like the attention. To my relief, Din Zar
strokes my shoulder and then says, “Looks like I need to get her
home and feed her. I’ll bring her to the club as soon as she’s
ready.” Din Zar looks at the male with the intriguing black and red
hair and says, “Din Lor, let me know if I’m needed at the club.”
His pretty eyes take the group in. “I’ll see you all as soon as
possible.”
     
    With goodbyes being called
out, my male leads me further down the path and then takes another
turn that leads to a parking lot. My eyes widen as I take in all of
the sleek aerodynamically shaped vehicles.
     
    Din Zar pulls some strange
looking keys out of his pocket and then presses a button. Light
flashes on one of the vehicles as he leads me to it. He chuckles
and shakes his head. “I can never tell my vehicle from Dax and
Lor’s. The assholes love to park right next to me.”