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

by Lauren Lively

  And if we won the day and I had any say in the matter, this park was going to be absolutely obliterated. I would set fire to it myself. Happily.

  “Okay, listen up,” Yurat called into his hand held loudspeaker. “No doubt, the Ministry knows we're coming now and are probably scurrying to rally their troops. It's going to take a little time for them to assemble, which gives us our window of opportunity. We strike hard, we strike fast, and we strike now.

  This is our moment, people. This is what we've been fighting for. We will win this day and look back upon it as the day we broke the back of an oppressive regime and gave Unduth back to the people – where it so rightly belongs. I believe in you all. Fight hard and we will carry this day.

  Battalion commanders, you know your assignments. Take your troops and head out. Move quickly. Be ready to strike on my command.”

  All around me, was a flurry of activity as the fighters assigned to each battalion commander scrambled to fall into a formation and took off at a trot. As I watched them go, I couldn't help but feel a dark sense of foreboding. I didn't know how many of those eager, optimistic faces I was going to see again.

  The knot in my stomach tightened painfully and I could see the same tension in Byr's face when he looked down at me. Neither of us knew how this was going to go, but neither of us were feeling particularly good about it.

  As had become something of a tradition in our battalion, the fighters filed past us as they formed up, tapping both Byr and me on the helmet. According to Manyr, they thought it – and us being with them – brought them good luck.

  But touching our helmets wasn't going to stop a laser from ripping them open. I played my part though and smiled, tapping each one of them on their shoulder plates as they filed past. The last thing I was going to do was kill morale. If they believed it, then who was I to take that away from them?

  “Okay, let's move out,” Yurat called.

  Our battalion began the march toward the Ministry – and as had been ordered by Yurat, Byr and I were forced to bring up the rear. Up ahead, I could see the spires of the Ministry building shooting skyward, the dark stone casting an ominous presence against the dusky sky. We were close and drawing ever closer.

  Byr grabbed my hand and squeezed it. When I looked up at him, I saw an urgency and intensity in his face I hadn't seen before.

  “Whatever happens,” he said, “however this all plays out, just know that I love you. That you are the best and most important thing to ever happen to me.”

  I squeezed his hand in return. “Stop talking like this is going to be it,” I said. “Don't even think it. I love you, Byr. And we will get a chance to build our lives together. In a better world.”

  I said it as earnestly as I could, but deep down I had my doubts that we were going to come out of this mess alive and intact. I only saw this battle ending two ways – either the back of the Ministry would be broken, or the back of the rebellion would be. This fight felt like it was for everything. And though our fighters were passionate, I didn't know that they were ready enough to actually defeat the Ministry's trained, professional soldiers. Maybe in a year or two, with intensive training – but that was time we didn't have. The fight was on now.

  The sound of explosions tore through the air and were powerful enough that they shook the ground we were marching on. I looked over at Byr who looked back at me, the same questions going through my head reflected upon his face.

  “Yurat apparently had advance measures in place,” Manyr said almost angrily, as she fell into step beside us. “Measures he didn't even tell me about.”

  Another series of explosions shook the world around us, filling the air with the smoke. Up ahead, I saw people on the streets, normal Unduthian citizens, running for their lives, the sound of their shrieks and cries saturating the air. I looked up and saw columns of smoke rising in front of the dark spires, obscuring my view of them.

  Another series of explosions went off, more powerful than the first.

  “It's smart,” Byr said. “Soften up the defenses in advance of the ground troops.”

  Manyr nodded grudgingly. It was clear she didn't like being kept out of the loop. She looked at us again and gave us a grim smile.

  “It's been my honor to serve with the both of you,” she said. “Good luck and I will see you once this is over.”

  She ran off before either of us could respond because the battle was on. Byr and I stopped for a moment to stare open-mouthed at the scene before us. The bombs had torn gaping holes into the Ministry building and fire could be seen through them. Debris littered the ground – as did bodies. So many bodies. Some of them were soldiers, some were people who'd been unlucky enough to be within the blast radius when the bombs went off.

  I gritted my teeth, not happy with the loss of civilian life – but knowing that in a war, it was inescapable.

  Yurat was urging his troops forward. Red lasers lanced out as the Ministry's soldiers, clad in the traditional white and red armor took up a defensive position, trying to hold off Yurat's advancing fighters. His troops were acquitting themselves well. They found what cover they could and returned fire, felling a good number of soldiers along the way.

  The sound of rifle fire and explosions filled the air and I wondered how the battalions tasked with assaulting the rear of the building were doing. The plan was to breach both the front and the back and pin the Ministers inside, where we would be able to put them in custody – or kill them outright, I assumed.

  There was so much smoke and laser fire, so many people running around, that it was dizzying. I had a hard time keeping track of anybody. I searched the battlefield for Manyr, but couldn't see her. I watched as half a dozen fighters were torn to pieces by fire from the soldiers rifles, their bodies falling limply to the ground.

  “Come on, Hatare,” Byr said. “I'm not waiting back here where it's safe.”

  I nodded. It was against Yurat's orders, but I was with Byr – I wasn't going to let other people die for me. If I wanted to be a part of this new world, I needed to earn my place. We sprinted toward a stone barricade that stood near the fence of the Ministry's courtyard. Crouching down, I stared into the lifeless eyes of one of our men. I touched his forehead gently and said a few quiet words.

  Trying to keep beneath the barricade as much as possible, I got to my knees and started squeezing off shots. Byr's face was determined as he took aim and fired at the soldiers. I watched as most of his shots went high or wide. With a small grin on my face, I fired two shots and watched two soldiers fall.

  I gave him a wink. “Looks like somebody needs to spend more time on the range.”

  He gave me a lopsided smirk. “When did you get to be so funny?”

  Byr pushed me down below the barricade a moment before it was hit by return fire. The sound it made as the lasers bounce off the stone was a high pitched whine that I found eerie. It sounded like a spirit – perhaps the spirit that came to claim your soul when you died.

  Getting back up to my knees, I peered over the barricade and watched the government soldiers fall one by one under the withering fire of our fighters. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The tide of the battle was definitely in our favor and for the first time, I actually believed we were going to win the day.

  Yurat waved his arms, encouraging his fighters forward. Beneath a blistering barrage of cover fire, Yurat and his men flooded into the courtyard. Though some of his men fell, they took more of the soldiers out than they lost. Byr and I stood up and joined the flood of fighters heading toward the Ministry's doors. The courtyard was soon overrun by Yurat's troops and victory appeared to be imminent.

  Which was, of course, where everything unraveled.

  The giant twin steel doors of the Ministry – built to be imposing and to convey power – creaked open. The shadowy interior of the massive main corridor was obscured, but it was what came pouring out of that open doorway that nearly stilled my heart.

  The black and red armored soldiers of Ge
neral Gravus – the most deadly fighters on Unduth.

  “Oh no,” Byr whispered.

  Gravus' men fell into a formation – one line kneeling, one line standing behind them – and laid down a withering burst of gunfire. I watched as Yurat's fighters seemed to fall by the score. The reputation of Gravus and his mercenaries was widely known on Unduth and inspired no small amount of fear and intimidation. It made Yurat's men hesitate – and that in turn, led to their deaths.

  Gravus' men advanced on Yurat's fighters, cutting down more and more of them. The rebels, knowing the tide of battle had turned against them, began to flee. Many ran past Byr and me, abject terror on their faces.

  I watched Yurat wave his arms, trying to implore his fighters to remain. He brought his weapon to bear and started firing at Gravus' men. He dropped two of them before half a dozen lasers pierced his body.

  He fell to the ground – dead. And in that moment, I knew that was the fate of the rebellion.

  “We have to go,” Byr said as he grabbed my hand and started to drag me backward. “We need to get out of here.”

  I started to turn with him to join the retreating army when out of the smoke that filled the air above us, something emerged that made me stop. I looked up and watched as a small ship hovered over the courtyard. It sat motionless for a moment, just hanging above the fight – and then it laid down a massive burst of fire.

  I watched, shocked and speechless, as Gravus' men fell beneath the fire from the ship. And then it moved back up into the thick clouds of smoke and was gone. Like it had never been there to begin with. Byr looked at me, his eyes wide.

  “I have no idea,” I said.

  I watched his eyes grow even wider as something behind me caught his attention. I spun, bringing my weapon to bear, but he put his hand on my shoulder, making me stop.

  “Wait,” he said.

  A column of men in plain black armor, wearing helmets that obscured their faces, came rushing into the courtyard. Yurat's fighters parted, clearing the way for the men in black – and like us, their faces were etched with astonishment.

  The men in the black armor paid no attention to us, but quickly took up positions in the courtyard and began laying down a heavy field of fire. What remained of Gravus' men were cut down quickly, efficiently, and ruthlessly.

  More of the black armored men emerged from inside the Ministry building – they'd apparently worked our plan to completion. They'd apparently cleared the Ministry of all threats. And just like that, the battle was over. Gravus' mercenaries and the Ministry's soldiers had either all been killed or had made their escape somehow.

  In what seemed like a matter of moments, the day had gone from won, to lost, to won again. And yet, it wasn't Unduthian fighters who had claimed the day.

  “Who are they?” I asked.

  Byr shook his head. “I don't know.”

  My immediate thought was that an alien military force was using our civil war as cover for launching an invasion – an invasion meant to enslave Unduth. I kept my weapon at the ready. I didn't know what was going on, but I was going to fight.

  One of the black-clad soldiers approached us. He stood a moment staring at us – though, I couldn't see his face from behind his darkened helmet.

  “Who are you?” I asked.

  “You two,” he said, his voice sounding tinny and robotic coming out of his helmet's comm device, “come with me. Now, please.”

  Byr and I exchanged a look and he gave me a small shrug. We weren't being threatened, we weren't told to drop our weapons, we weren't being held at the point of a weapon – and he'd used the word please. If this was an alien invasion, it was the politest one I'd ever heard of.

  We followed the man out of the courtyard and back toward the park where our transports had originally set down. There were a number of other, smaller craft in the park now. All black and bearing no markings of any kind – like the armor of the mysterious men.

  “Follow me, please,” the man said.

  He touched a control panel on the side of one of the black crafts and a door slid upward, revealing a dimly lit interior. We followed the man inside and he closed the door behind us, touching another button that presumably locked it. The feeling of apprehension was thick within me and the knot in my stomach was as tight as it had ever been.

  I looked over at Byr – his face was tight with tension and I could see that he had a tight grip on his weapon. What was going on here? Another soldier in that non-distinctive black armor stood up as we entered the cabin and looked at the man behind us.

  “Are we secure?”

  The man behind us nodded. “We're secure.”

  “Losses?”

  “Two,” the man said. “Both have been secured as well.”

  “Good,” said the soldier in front of us.

  My grip tightened on my weapon as the soldier reached up and removed his helmet – and then my heart almost stopped entirely. The soldier wasn't a man – it was a woman.

  It was Riley.

  I turned around, already suspecting who the second soldier was and smiled when I saw that I was right. It was Vink. I shook my head, not believing what I was seeing or what had happened.

  “It's nice to see you two again,” she said. “You're looking a little battle hardened, but none the worse for wear.”

  “Thanks to you,” Byr said, heaving out a big sigh of relief.

  “But how?” I asked. “Why did – ”

  Riley smiled. “We didn't,” she said. “We were never here.”

  “Yeah, but – ”

  “Optorio cannot be involved in the internal conflicts of other planets,” Vink explained. “The King of Optorio cannot tell another world how to govern their people. Which is why officially, he has taken no position on the rule of Unduth and has taken no sides in your civil war.”

  Riley nodded. “Optorio and Unduth have been allies for a very long time,” she said. “And Jendrish is unwilling to do anything that would jeopardize that longstanding friendship.”

  I nodded, finally understanding. Jendrish couldn't take a public position, so he'd sent in a covert force to help us claim victory. The relief I felt was as thick as the smoke in the air outside. I couldn't believe it and felt weak in the knees because of it. Byr put his arm around my waist, helping me keep my balance.

  “I just – I can't believe this,” I said. “I don't even know how to begin to repay you for – ”

  Riley shook her head. “There is nothing to repay. Remember? We were never here.”

  “Right,” I nodded. “Of course.”

  “You're free now,” Riley said, “to build your world. To build it in the best way you can.”

  I stepped forward and threw my arms around Riley, our armor making it an awkward, clumsy hug, but I hugged her tight nonetheless. When I finally released her, I turned and did the same with Vink – which was made even more awkward given the fact that he wasn't the hugging type. But we managed.

  We stayed and talked with them a little while longer – it was genuinely nice to see Riley again. She was somebody I respected and admired a tremendous amount. And I couldn't have been more thankful to her than I was in that moment.

  Eventually though, they had to go. Riley and her troops couldn't risk being seen or recognized by anybody.

  Hand-in-hand, Byr and I stood there, watching the last of the Optorion ships ascending through the clouds and into the atmosphere.

  We were left alone with each other – and a new world to build.

  Chapter Eleven

  It had been a year since the day the Ministry fell. And in that time, we'd taken some great strides toward building a new, better Unduth. One of our first acts was to establish a truly representative government – one that would work for all the people. All of the old customs and traditions that had governed Unduthian life for so long, had been abolished.

  Of course, there was plenty of resistance to our reforms. That had been expected. But we handled them as best we could.

>   Manyr had survived the fight at the Ministry and had risen to a prominent position within Unduth's new government. Having done plenty of research on other world governments, we had adopted a parliamentary style system, which meant that Manyr was our Prime Minister. She was accountable to our two co-equal houses of government, but she was in effect, our leader. All final decisions rested with her.

  It was a good first step, but hardly the only one. True change and progress was going to take time. Although the people on the fringes embraced these reforms and yearned for genuine equality, the former upper-class remained largely resistant.

  Knowing that we could wind up with another coup on our hands, we'd formed a military to protect the interests of the people and our government. Our military would do our very best to maintain peace and order, but we also made it clear that we would quell any uprisings aimed at taking us back to Unduth's old ways.

  There were plenty of mechanisms in place for the people to air their grievances with the government – and I truly hoped that people would use them. That was the only way to have an effective system of governance – participation by the people and government accountability to the people.

  Byr and I did our best to stay out of the formation of the new government. All we wanted was to live a quiet life and enjoy this new world of ours. But try as we might, Manyr and her people wouldn't let us go. Not entirely. She named us special ambassadors to Optorio. It was an honor and one we could not refuse.

  Plus, it wasn't too taxing and allowed us to see Riley and Jendrish again quite often, so the position had its perks. The King and Queen of Optorio were good people and had become true friends to us and I counted my blessings for it.

  Byr and I stood on the balcony of our new home overlooking the bright lights of Kinray. As I watched the streets below bustling with activity, knowing that these people lived beneath a blanket of freedom and equality, I couldn't help but smile.

  Byr's family lived in a nice house within the city and we saw them often. I'd grown close to his mother and actually felt like she was more of a mother to me than my own had ever been. Though her diagnosis was still terminal, the doctors were doing a fantastic job of extending her life as long as possible. My hope was that they would one day soon, find a cure for the disease that ravaged her body.