Page 47 of Star Claimed Omega
His worry ratcheted, even as his lycan spirit roiled, his instincts howling.
Wherever she was, Soleil was not OK.
He nudged the sleeping woman away from the entrance, backed up, shut the door, and moved.
As he prowled along the claustrophobic corridors, he took a deep inhale, trying to use his scent markers to guide him, butnada.
Too much mixed redolence hit, marring her foil.
He growled, tapping into his node to patch in Miral.
I need a security sweep starting from my location, going through every level of this damned ship.
Miral’s avatar shimmered to life beside him, in silver glyphs and beautiful sculpted cheekbones.
‘You look like shit,’ she said.
‘Not the time. Would you please search for Soleil’s comm link?’
‘Who?’
He huffed, realizing Miral might have no idea of whom he was referring to.
‘She’s my -’
Miral stopped him with a wave of her hand. ‘Just pulling your leg, ‘course I’m clued in on who she is.’
With a flick of her fingers, she summoned her metanoids, tiny metallic drones that pulsed outward from her wrist like a school of fish.
They dove through the decks in all directions, slicing through matter like mist.
Moments ticked by as Santi waited, arms crossed, brow furrowed with worry
Miral tilted her head as data from her nanites flooded her neural cortex. ‘I think I’ve found something.’
She zoomed in on a cluster of pings deep in the Phobos Sector, an area near the derelict heat exchangers.
Miral frowned. ‘There’s a weak comm signal on Deck 3. In a quadrant riddled with wanderers, the mentally unstable who flee care, and half-feral metas. Nobody patrols it anymore.’
Santi’s stomach dropped.
‘I’m going after her,’ he growled.
‘Santi -.’
He vanished before she completed her sentence.
He launched through the corridors, his spectral lycan form flaring to life.
Aetherial energy surged through his veins, bursting violet at his fingers and eyes.
He didn’t need doors; he moved through walls like smoke, his body blurring and reforming with every leap, like a ghost sprinting through dimensions.
He glimmered through levels at high speed, his soul lurching as his heart raced.
Cariño, where the fokk are you?
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