We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
Eleven
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
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
