Chapter Twenty-Four

Bridge of the Iron Maiden

Wren snarled, his pupils tiny slits of black against the blue iris with his teeth bared, his tail curling tight with the tip aimed towards the captain.

(Why? What was the point of resurrecting me, if all you intended to do was kill everything with your position being questioned? This isn't just the Night Mother, or me. This is all on you!) His mind bounced around the room in a yell, startling everyone in the crew as they watched the alien standing tall against their captain who lounged in her chair, sipping a glass of wine.