True Traitor (First Wave Book 7) by Mikayla Lane Page A

the energy was really strong, he still couldn’t reach anyone through the Shengari’.
    Either he was too deep in the earth and too far away from his people, or the energy was blocking the smaller connections. He didn’t know which, but he was beginning to get frustrated.
    And where the hell is everybody , he wondered as he ran down another empty hallway.
    Grai hadn’t even heard anyone since he’d outran that bunch after he’d gotten out of the room. It had been at least an hour, and he was beginning to wonder if it was because they knew he wasn’t getting out.
    Grai slowed to a stop and looked back the way he had come, startled to see several golden balls, the size of baseballs, rolling on the floor behind him. Grai’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, and he sent out his energy to find out what the hell they were as he took a step back. The balls moved forward when he did.
    A little stunned, Grai took a step to the left and watched as the balls followed him. He tried it a few more times with the same result before his beast, Death, assured him that he had no damn idea what the balls were.
    “Great!” Grai muttered under his breath. “What the hell are you?”
    He watched in fascination as the half dozen balls broke into smaller balls, which broke into smaller ones before they all began rolling around on the floor.
    Grai choked and fell to his knees, his hand shaking as he reached out to touch one of the balls spelling out the “S” in Tristan’s name on the floor. He gasped as the ball rolled up his finger and rested in the palm of his hand.
    “No . . . you can’t be here! How did they get you?” he cried out and clutched the golden ball in his hand, fear for his son and his mate almost crippling him. They couldn’t get Tristan without going through Tricia, and his mind raced over what could have gotten them captured.
    The ball began to vibrate in his hand until it was uncomfortable to hold, and Grai opened his hand and let it roll back to the ground where it rejoined the others, and they rolled around again. This time they spelled out “No” and then “Come” before the smaller balls rejoined each other into the larger ones.
    Grai just stood in amazement as five of the balls stayed behind him while one darted out in front and headed down the hallway. Normally, he would have questioned it, but he was out of choices and options. His son and Tricia meant everything to him and he’d follow them into hell if he had to. With renewed purpose, Grai took off running after the golden ball.
    *****
    True came to again in another bed and immediately jerked herself upright, thankful she was still clothed this time. She growled when she saw her hands were taped again and had already started tearing at it with her teeth when she heard, “I wouldn’t recommend that.”
    True snorted, looking up into the moss green eyes of a hybrid. She quickly noted the woman’s small frame and short, dark hair, with overlong, fringed bangs. True saw the woman’s weapon in its holster and calculated that she’d could get the tape off and fire a few shots before the woman could brandish the handgun.
    “Who the fuck are you?” True demanded, trying to keep the woman distracted.
    The woman laughed and fanned herself dramatically.
    “Oh my! Well, my name is Tara Djornav. I’m 372 years old, but I really think I look good for my age! I like long walks on the beach and German white wines are to die for!” she said, batting her eyelashes.
    True stopped chewing on the tape for a second and just blinked at the woman in shock.
    “What the fuck?”
    Tara laughed.
    “Yeah, I wouldn’t be in the mood for levity either. So let me give you some truths that you might care about. I know you’re damn good with that fire, and you can probably do some serious damage, but we’re hybrids and we have no intentions of killing each other so my body will heal. You won’t heal from me though,” Tara said, eyeing True to make sure she was listening