Eleven
Ryann kept her frustrations in check. They were entering the unknown, and she needed to remain alert.
But she had made a mistake. She should have sensed that third warth. She should have done more to protect the crew.
And, in truth, she had sensed it, but she’d pushed it to one side. Warths never moved in threes, so she told herself it wasn’t a threat. It felt distant, or maybe it was immature. Even if it was close, it wouldn’t intrude on the territory of the other two. She’d ignored it, focusing on the immediate danger.
Yet there had been a fourth signal, one that was even less distinct than the third warth. It felt like a sound on the edge of hearing, and nagged at her like an itch that refused to let up. It felt strangely familiar, although it was definitely neither a warth o
