Chapter 21 – Bold Ambitions
“Chieftain,” Shariel said, “I'd really like to talk to you for a moment. I know this isn't the best time, but—”
“Best time?” Harerin Ch'teven of Clan Ch'teven had the typical wiry build of his Breed, and was only of medium height, but his temper was like a hot iron flavored with pepper sauce, making him seem larger than life. He glared at her with slit-pupiled eyes under menacingly arched eyebrows. “Best time? Those little gray devils are everywhere, and we can't even get off this Breeder-forsaken planet. The whole blasted city's about to fall on top of us! 'Not the best time.' Holy Nightfire, girl! Wake up and look around!”
She sighed. She didn't need to look around. The Felids in the hotel's conference room were quite loud and animated, and noticing them wa
