Chapter Four
Several hours later, the hair along Walkyr’s back bristled and his cat hissed as it sensed an unknown threat coming up from behind and below him. He perched on the thick branch of a tree he had climbed a few moments ago and held perfectly still. The tree shook. Whatever was coming, it was large.
His eyes narrowed when he finally saw what his cat had sensed—Pactors! How in the hell those beasts were on Sarafin he had no idea. They were mean, disagreeable creatures who ate just about anything—including people. The Antrox, a slender insectoid species known for their mercenary greed, were the only ones he knew that used them for their asteroid mining operations. Keeping them well fed and harnessed was a top priority in those operations, for the safety of everyone—but he did pers
