Mated to a Bear (Legends of Black Salmon Falls Book 3)

by Lauren Lively

I didn't have much time. They would be coming to look for me soon enough when I didn't come down for the celebration. I had to make every minute count.

  Slinging my pack over my shoulders, I moved to the balcony outside my bedchamber – and to the secret route to the ground floor I'd used for years – a tree that was very close by. I took one last look around the room. I looked at the dress hanging on the door to my closet. It was a beautiful dress. Tayna had created something magical. And in another life – if I were another person – perhaps I would have put it on willingly. Happily.

  But this wasn't another life and I wasn't another person.

  I had one life to live and I was going to live it. For me.

  Chapter Six

  Gravus

  We sped toward our location in the armored transport. I checked my weapons again and then looked to the men on the transport with me.

  “Double check your weapons, men,” I growled. “We're not expecting resistance, but we want to be ready just in case.”

  The men in my guard were elite. They were the most highly trained and deadliest fighting force on Optorio. It's why we could command such a steep price. We did some contract work – at a deeply discounted price – for the government, mostly to keep in their good graces. But we made most of our money, contracting out to some of the wealthy families of Unduth.

  At the moment, we were on a job for the government. A series of bombs had been detonated in the city. The members of Kinray's government were apoplectic and wanted these rebels brought to justice – which meant, shot dead in the street. There had been rumors and rumblings about a growing insurgency. Some said it was coming from the scraps on the outer edges.

  Personally, I didn't think they had the heart or stomach for a fight. No, if there were a growing insurgency, I would have bet on it coming from one of the prominent families within Kinray, looking to climb up that ladder and perhaps, enhance their own prestige.

  With those people, that's what it was all about – wealth, power, and prestige. They were a nest of vipers, that was certain. I wouldn't trust any of them as far as I could throw them. They were always plotting and scheming.

  It was the benefit of being in my position – I didn't have to play politics. I could simply do the job I'd been hired to do without passion or allegiance.

  “We're here, General,” said Tok, my most trusted advisor and right hand man.

  The transport hovered for a moment before setting down. A second later, the back ramp opened, flooding the compartment with light. The men were down the ramp and in formation in the blink of an eye. I stepped out of the transport with Tok at my side and took my head at the position of the column. We walked through the gates of the factory, weapons at the ready, as all eyes turned to us.

  Conversations stopped, machinery was powered down, and the workers all openly stared at us with fear in their eyes. It never failed to amuse me – whenever we showed up, even people who hadn't done a thing wrong, looked guilty.

  “What is this about?” said a man, who ran up to me, blocking my way.

  Tok called the column to a halt and then turned to the man – Ult, the factory foreman, by his identification.

  “Ult,” I said, “We are here on the business of the Unduthian government.”

  “And what business is that, then?” Ult asked.

  I handed him the orders we'd been given. He scanned the document but didn't appear to comprehend it.

  “As you might have heard, there have been a series of bombings in Kinray over the last couple of weeks,” I said. “We have reliable intelligence that has identified some of those responsible. And some of them work in your factory. Now, if you will get out of our way, we need to round them up, for I assure you, if any of them have gotten away while I've had to stand here and explain myself to you, your name will be added to that list.”

  Ult stepped out of my way, a terrified and yet apologetic look on his face. These scraps were pathetic. So easy to intimidate – yet another reason I didn't think the rebellion had originated out here. These people jumped out of their skin of you yelled “boo” loud enough.

  But, for whatever reason, the government had put together this list of suspects and it was my job to bring them in – or shoot them, if the resisted. I tend to think the powers that be hoped we'd shoot them down regardless. There was less bureaucratic red tape to deal with in regard to the dead, than there was with a living prisoner.

  “Photos and identification have been uploaded into your visors,” Tok said. “Spread out and find the suspects. Bring them back here to the yard.”

  My men spread out and moved quickly into the factory. I heard a lot of shouting and general commotion coming from the floor, but then the sound of a few shots quieted everything down. There were probably a couple of dead factory workers in there, but they should have complied. It wasn't like the government was going to care anyway – they were scraps. They didn't really count.

  A few minutes later, eight men were brought out of the factory by my men. They were lined up and then forced down onto their knees. The other men in the factory had all come out and were watching what was happening with a grim curiosity.

  The eight men looked up at me with varying degrees of fear on their faces. They were all young – I wouldn't have put the oldest past his twenty-first birth year. It made me skeptical as to whether or not any of these men – boys, really – were involved with the bombings or this insurgency at all, as the government claimed.

  But then, it wasn't my job to worry about the optics or the political fallout of it all. My job was simply to do what I was paid to do. And in this case, I was paid to exterminate a threat to the Unduthian elite.

  Chapter Seven

  Byr

  My heart was thundering in my chest when they forced us out of the factory at rifle point. When the lined us up, forced us to our knees, and stood behind us, I thought it might explode in my chest right then and there.

  “What is going on?” I whispered to Tryn.

  He shook his head, his eyes wide, and the markings around his eyes glowing bright – probably as bright as mine. He was as scared as I was. And why wouldn't we be? We'd done nothing wrong and yet, were being rounded up by government soldiers and treated like common criminals.

  I watched the man standing in front of us. He wore black and white armor that covered most of his body. I didn't recognize the insignia on his shoulder. His skin had a darker blue hue to it and his hair was blacker than night, pulled back into a tight tail. His eye markings were a vivid red and glowed, reflecting his anger.

  He looked at us, an imperious expression upon his face. “My name is General Gravus,” he said. “And I have been tasked with solving a problem for the Unduthian government.”

  “W – What sort of problem?” a man named Poj asked.

  A small, cynical smile played on Gravus' lips. “Some of you may know that recently, there has been a series of bombings in Kinray.”

  I looked around at the men on the ground with me. All of them looked terrified – and like they had no idea what was going on. And I didn't doubt their sincerity. None of the men I worked with were bombers or murderers.

  “The government believes that there is an insurgency forming,” he said, his voice booming in the silence of the factory. “And as you can imagine, they have a vested interest in curtailing this seditious activity before it begins. I am here –”

  “What does that have to do with us though?” Poj asked, his voice colored with irritation.

  I wanted to stop him from speaking. Wanted to tell him to warn him that he was out of line and was going to get himself into trouble. But I didn't dare speak, lest I bring Gravus' wrath down upon me. The last thing I wanted to do was draw attention to myself. I hated the Unduthian government as much as anybody and though I didn't know about the bombings and had no hand in them, I certainly wasn't going to lose any sleep over it.

  But I couldn't say any of that. I had to think of my family.

  Gravus
stepped forward, a condescending smile on his face. “What is your name?”

  “P – Poj,” he said, sounding a little more uncertain than he had a moment ago.

  “Well, Poj,” Gravus said. “Let me tell you what this has to do with you –”

  Gravus suddenly reared back and kicked Poj in the face. From where I was at the other end of the line, I heard the sickening crack, watched Poj's head snap backward, and saw the spray of dark blue blood and teeth. Poj fell hard onto his back and was still. I didn't know if he was dead or just out cold.

  “Now,” Gravus said. “If anybody thinks to interrupt me again, I will not be so kind. Consider that a fair warning.”

  I lowered my head, not wanting to make eye contact with the man. I just wanted him to say what he needed to say and be done with it. I wanted to create as few waves as possible so that they would get back into their transport and get out of there.

  “Now,” Gravus continued. “As I was saying, the Unduthian government has a keen interest in curtailing these seditious activities. And we have reliable intelligence that you eight are members of this insurgency – perhaps, you're even the bombers yourselves.”

  A collective gasp and a string of denials came from the other men in line. I simply kept my head down and said nothing. Knowing that Gravus thought we were the bombers or part of some insurgency tightened the knot in my stomach painfully. I'd thought he was going to deliver a warning and be on his way – now, I feared that he had something else in mind entirely.

  And it did not bode well for any of us.

  “Silence!” Gravus' voice thundered.

  Everybody fell silent. There was a thick, nearly suffocating tension in the air about us – and an expectation of violence. The energy that saturated the air around us felt much like thick, dark clouds in the sky just before the storm broke.

  “Of course, I expect you all to deny your involvement with this insurgency,” he boomed. “So, the question becomes, how do I parcel out who is telling me the truth and who is lying to me? How can I pick the traitor or traitors out of this group with any certainty?”

  We all exchanged looks and shrugs. How could we prove we weren't part of this insurgency? I knew I wasn't – and I was relatively certain nobody else was either – but how could I make this man believe me? How could I prove my innocence?

  “The answer, of course,” Gravus said after a minute, “is that you can't. There is no way I can believe any of you. I have no doubt you scraps would lie to my face.”

  The knot in my stomach cinched itself down even tighter. I did not like the way this was going. I was growing terrified of where it was going, in fact. I didn't see a good outcome for any of us. And the cruel little smile on his face told me that I was right to be scared.

  “So, let me tell you what is going to happen,” Gravus intoned. “Under the authority granted to me by the Unduthian government, I am charging all eight of you with treason and sedition. Those are offenses that carry a death sentence – a sentence I will be carrying out immediately.”

  A stream of angry voices came from behind us – the men in our factory. The men from our village. Our family. Our friends. Gravus nodded to the man on his left who stepped behind us and raised his weapon. I couldn't bear to watch, but I heard him fire his weapon several times – which was quickly followed by an eerie silence that descended over the crowd behind us.

  “Let that be a warning to you,” Gravus said. “Disrupt or interfere again and you too will be charged with treason and sedition and will be executed on the spot.”

  I snuck a look over my shoulder and at the men of our village. Their heads were lowered, their eyes downcast. Everyone looked defeated – which snuffed out any small shred of hope left in my heart.

  I was going to die.

  And I knelt there, in the dirt of the factory yard, unable to move. Barely able to breathe. I couldn't comprehend what was happening. Couldn't understand how I'd gotten caught up in this mess. I wasn't part of any insurgency. I wasn't responsible in any way, shape, or form for bombings inside Kinray. I'd never even been into the city before.

  I needed to stand up. I needed to say something. I needed to declare my innocence. I hadn't done anything, I didn't deserve to die. I tried to move but found that I couldn't. I couldn't speak. All I could do was look up at the man who was ordering my death and blink stupidly.

  “Now, if nobody else has any objections – or an expressed desire to join the condemned – I will discharge my duty. By the authority of the Unduthian government, you are all sentenced to death for treason and sedition.”

  Time seemed to move in slow motion. Gravus nodded to the armored and armed men behind us. I heard them all take a step forward, listened to the sound of their weapons charging. It would be a matter of moments before my life was snuffed out. What was going to happen to my mother? To Gynta? To Hopa? How would they survive without me there to care for them?

  The air around us was charged and tense. I was in the final moments of my life and I knew it. I lowered my head and closed my eyes, unable to muster up the strength to fight my fate. It seemed that all I was capable of doing was to simply accept it.

  “Take aim,” Gravus commanded.

  I gritted my teeth and ducked my head – as if that was going to make any difference. The sound of shouting, scared voices filled the air around me. A moment later, I was blown forward, landing on my face. The smell of smoke and something I couldn't identify filled the air around me. The world was suddenly filled with shouting, screaming, and gunfire.

  I was lightheaded and my forehead pained me. Putting my hand to my head, I came away with something warm and sticky on it. Looking at my hand, I saw the dark blue of blood – my blood. What was happening?

  I struggled to get to my knees and looked around. The world looked like it was on fire. Smoke billowed from a crater behind the line of Gravus' men – most of whom were lying motionless on the ground, their armor torn to shreds. Dead. They were all dead.

  I looked around, dizzy, my vision blurry and a high-pitched ringing in my head. All around me, men from the factory were running, terror stamped upon their faces. I felt a hand on my shoulder, shaking me. Looking up, I found myself staring into Tryn's face, not knowing what was happening.

  “Byr,” he called, his voice sounding as if it were miles away. “We have to go. Now. Get up. We have to go.”

  My head was fuzzy and I didn't know what was happening. There was part of my brain that told me I needed to get up. I needed to run. But another part was telling me I just needed to lie down and sleep for a while. That everything would be okay.

  Tryn hauled me to my feet and helped me out of the factory yard. He led me through the village and to the forest beyond it. Not knowing what else to do, I let him take me there. We walked for what felt like hours, but in my state, it may have been mere minutes, who was to say? Eventually, he sat me down beside a small brook and then dropped onto the grass next to me. He lay back, his breathing ragged and labored.

  “Take some water,” he said.

  I nodded absently and leaned over the bank, scooping the cold water into my mouth, letting it soothe my parched throat. I used both of my hands to splash water on my face and rub it on the back of my neck. Slowly, that ringing in my ears stopped and the dizziness I'd been experiencing began to abate. I sat back on the grass and let my head continue to clear up.

  “You okay?” Tryn asked me.

  I nodded my head. “I think so,” I replied. “Thanks for pulling me out of there.”

  “You would have done the same for me.”

  I ran my hand over my face, wincing at the pain from the cut on my forehead. “What happened?”

  Tryn rolled over and scooped some of the water from the brook into his mouth. He drank for a little while, looking as if he hadn't had liquid in quite some time. Finally, he splashed some water on his face and sat up on the grass beside me.

  “Right before those soldiers executed us, a bomb went off,” Tryn explaine
d.

  “A bomb? Where did a bomb come from?”

  He shook his head. “I don't know. I didn't even see it, but somebody threw a bag that landed just behind those soldiers,” he said. “When it exploded, they took the brunt of it. Not sure any of them survived. A couple of the guys they had on the ground with us didn't.”

  I rubbed the sides of my head, feeling a terrible ache coming on. I was still trying to piece everything together in my own mind. If somebody had thrown a bomb, that meant that some of the men in the factory – the men in our village – did belong to this insurgency Gravus spoke of.

  “Did that General Gravus survive the blast?” I asked.

  “I think so,” Tryn replied. “But I don't know for sure.”

  Thoughts were beginning to take shape in my mind now that I was able to think a little more clearly. If Gravus was alive – and believed that the insurgency was within our village, that meant –

  “Tryn, we have to get home,” my heart thundered and panic colored my voice.

  He looked at me, confused. “What's the matter?”

  “They already know who we are,” I said. “If he thinks we're part of this insurgency and he's alive, who do you think he's going to target next?”

  He looked at me, his expression blank, as if he wasn't understanding what I was worried about. Perhaps he still wasn't thinking clearly after the bomb blast.

  “Our families, Tryn,” I said. “If they can't get us directly, they'll take or kill our families.”

  His eyes widened in surprise and I watched as the color in his face blanched, while his eye markings glowed bright with his anxiety.

  We jumped to our feet and hurried back toward the village. I was still a little bit woozy, but was running as fast as I could. Hoping against all hope that I was wrong and that Gravus wouldn't turn his attention to our families.

  Chapter Eight

  Gravus

  I touched my cheek and looked down at my fingers. The dark blue of my blood stained the tips of my gloves. I felt my anger simmering, threatening to explode into a full-blown rage. When the bomb went off, I'd taken a piece of shrapnel across the cheek and it had sliced me open.