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

by Lauren Lively

  I felt my stomach clench. That threw a wrench into my plans. If I weren't able to get off-world – that night – I feared that I might not get off-world at all. I knew that my time was beginning to dwindle, knew that my father's guards were closing in. It was only a matter of time before they found this marketplace – and found me in it.

  “But these guys I know,” he said. “They might be willing to fly you out – off the radar. But it would cost.”

  I nodded, feeling a blossom of hope within my breast. “I can pay.”

  The man nodded. “Just be sure to bargain with them,” he said. “Whatever you do, don't agree to their first price. Drive a hard bargain and don't get taken.”

  I wasn't quite sure how to bargain with them – or with anybody for that matter, but I would try. My resources were limited and I wasn't keen on wasting any of it.

  “Thank you,” I said. “Thank you so much.”

  He nodded and then I saw him look up, a worried expression on his face.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “Your father's guard,” he said. “They wouldn't happen to wear black and red armor, would they?”

  I turned and followed his gaze – and felt a fist of ice squeezing my heart. A dozen men in my father's uniform were working their way through the crowd.

  “You should go,” he said. “Stay out of sight and be back here in an hour. I'll have the pilots here. Now go.”

  I pulled my hood down low and walked away from the booth, heading for one of the ways out of the marketplace. My heart was beating so hard, I feared it was bruising the inside of my chest. I didn't dare look back and expected that any minute, I was going to feel a hand clamp down on my arm.

  I was so focused on keeping my eyes on the ground and moving as quickly away from my father's guard as I could, I didn't see the man until I ran smack into him. We collided so hard, that we both went down, landing on our backsides.

  I looked up at him with wide eyes and feeling that my hood had slipped, pulled it back up quickly.

  “Watch where you're going, huh?” he snapped.

  “I – I'm sorry,” I stammered. “I didn't mean to. My fault. I apologize.”

  The man got to his feet and then surprisingly, held a hand out to me. I took his hand and let him help me up. I took a moment to sneak a look behind me and felt a jolt of fear as I saw my father's guard getting closer.

  I looked up at the man I'd run into. “Please, I need your help,” I said. “I know it's forward, what with us not knowing each other, but I'm in trouble. I need your help.”

  He looked at me, his expression hard, for a moment. “Help with what?”

  “I need to get out of this marketplace,” I said quickly. “Now.”

  He looked up, saw my father's guard closing in and seemed to put two and two together. Without a word, he took my hand, and acting as if we were a couple, led me out of the marketplace. We crossed through his village under the light of two of our three moons. With each step, I kept expecting to hear my name being called or feel one of the guardsmen grab hold of me.

  “Keep walking,” the man said. “We're almost clear.”

  I did as he said and allowed him to lead me to a small home. It was built with brick and wood, and was quite shabby and rundown looking. But then, it looked much like every other home I saw in the village. He opened the door and ushered me inside, closing and locking it behind us.

  I looked around the main room once we got inside and was appalled by the mess. Furniture was broken and debris had been scattered everywhere. A fire burned in the hearth, which was the only source of light. It was shabby, but I was thankful for it.

  “Thank you,” I said, heaving a sigh of relief. “You saved me.”

  “So, who are you?” he asked.

  “I'm – Vur,” I said, repeating my well-practiced lie. “And you are?”

  “My name is Byr.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Byr

  I knew she wasn't a scrap the moment I laid eyes on her. She just had that upper class, elitist look about her. She definitely didn't fit in around the village. She had pale blue skin, hair that was a few shades darker, and white eye markings. And she just had that air of wealth and privilege about her that was unmistakable.

  “Why are you running?” I asked. “I take it, those were your household's personal guard?”

  She nodded and refused to meet my eyes. “Yes,” she said softly. “They were looking for me to bring me back.”

  “Why did you run?” I repeated the question.

  She sighed. “I – I didn't want to live the way they told me to live,” she said.

  I picked up a couple of chairs – that thankfully hadn't been broken – and set them right side up near the hearth. I motioned for her to sit down and she did, still not meeting my eyes. She was a pretty girl and obviously had the refinement of the pampered elite. But the fact that she'd run away was curious to me.

  “So, you ran away because what, your life as a little rich girl was too hard?”

  Her eyes narrowed and she looked angry. “You wouldn't understand.”

  “Try me.”

  “You're a man,” she said. “You don't have to worry about your family treating you like a commodity rather than a daughter.”

  “Yeah, well, I'm a scrap,” I snapped. “And you don't have to worry about the government sending troops to destroy your home and steal your family.”

  She looked around the room as if seeing it for the first time. Her eyes widened slightly and when she looked at me, her expression was kind. Compassionate.

  “What happened here?” she asked.

  I sighed, not sure how much I should tell her. Despite the fact that she was one of the upper class Unduthians, there was something about her that was – different. She didn't seem like one of them – the ones who sought to keep their boots on the back of our necks. As far as attitudes went, she seemed to have more in common with the scraps than her own kind.

  “The government sent troops in,” I finally said. “They rounded some of us up. Accused us of being part of some insurgency. They were going to execute us on the spot. But somebody set off a bomb that allowed us to escape. To retaliate – probably to draw us out – they took our families.”

  Her eyes were wide and filled with sympathy for me. “Byr, I'm sorry.”

  I fought back my tears. “My mom, little sister and little brother were rounded up,” I said. “Sent to one of those camps.”

  She shook her head. “I'm sorry,” she said again.

  I wiped at my eyes, refusing to let the tears fall. “I'm going to get them back. I'm not sure how yet, but I'm going to get them back. What about you? What are you going to do?”

  “I have to get off-world,” she said. “My father will never stop hunting for me because I've shamed the family so badly. I need to get far away from here.”

  “Got a ship?”

  She shook her head. “No. But I met a man in the marketplace. He runs an Ozol stall. He said he knew a couple of pilots who might be able to help me.”

  I laughed. This girl was going to get taken for a ride. I doubted she'd ever been outside of Kinray, doubted even more that she'd ever had to negotiate with scrap pilots. They would see her coming from ten miles off and would take her for everything she had. I felt bad for her.

  “You're going to need some help,” I said, realizing I couldn't throw her out there on her own.

  “Help?”

  “Negotiating a price,” I replied. “They'll take everything you have if you're an outsider and they think they can take advantage of you.”

  She looked at me with eyes that were wide, fearful – and beautiful. “Can you help me, Byr?”

  I nodded. Of course, I can. I have a feeling I know these pilots.”

  She reached out and took my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Thank you.”

  I gave her a small smile as I stared at her hand on top of mine. “You're welcome.”

  It was the least I c
ould do. I felt powerless to do anything else at the moment, might as well do something good for somebody.

  Chapter Twelve

  Hatare

  He was a handsome man. I took him to be around my age. He was tall and thick through the shoulders and chest. He had strong arms and a lean body. His skin was a blue that was a couple of shades darker than mine and he had long hair that was black as coal. He had white eye markings, and clear, smooth skin.

  What surprised me the most about him though, was how well-spoken he was. How articulate. He sounded very well educated. And I'd always been given to understand that education wasn't a priority out on the fringes. I'd understood that education was virtually non-existent.

  But as we walked out of his house, on our way to meet the pilots, I noticed something – books littered the floor. Lots and lots of books.

  “You read a lot, it seems,” I commented.

  He shrugged. “I refuse to be uneducated,” he said. “And I won't let my siblings be either. We all read. We all learn. It was something my father instilled in us.”

  “Where is your father?”

  He looked at me and I immediately regretted asking. I could see the pain and grief in his eyes.

  “He's dead.”

  “I – I'm sorry, Byr.”

  “Me too.”

  We scanned the marketplace carefully before we stepped inside. There didn't seem to be any sign of my father's guard. The place was still bustling, but it looked clear. We made our way back to the Ozol vendor's stall and he smiled when he saw me.

  “Glad to see you made it out of here in time,” he said.

  “Thank you,” I replied. “So am I.”

  “Byr,” the man boomed. “Good to see you.”

  “Thank you, Mok,” he said.

  He looked from Byr to me and back again. “You're helping her?”

  Byr nodded and grinned. “Yeah, we ran into each other when she was headed out of here the first time. Looked a little harried, so I thought it best to give her a hand.”

  “Good man.”

  I looked at Mok. “Were you able to locate your pilot friends?”

  He nodded and opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the voice of another. “That would be me.”

  “Us,” came another voice.

  I turned and found two men leaning against a table near Mok's booth. They were both arrogant looking men – and looked almost identical. Their skin was the same shade of pale green as Mok's, but they had vibrant purple hair and blue eye markings. The markings were the only thing about them that differed.

  “My name is Wyk,” said the first man. “This is my brother Wyn.”

  “N – Nice to meet you,” I said.

  They gestured for us to come over to their table, so I turned and gave Mok a smile. He smiled back and gave me an encouraging nod.

  “Good luck,” he said.

  “Thank you for everything.”

  I joined Byr at the table. He was busy chatting with the two men – he apparently did know them.

  “So, Byr was telling us that you're looking for a pilot to get you off planet?” Wyk asked.

  I nodded. “I am.”

  “And where is it you want to go?” Wyn asked.

  “Optorio,” I replied.

  Wyk grinned. “And why would you want to go there?”

  “That's my business.”

  I wasn't used to being firm with people, but knew that I had to be in this case – both Mok and Byr had impressed that need upon me.

  Wyk held up his hands and grinned. “Fair enough.”

  “We need to discuss price then,” Wyn said.

  “And what is your price?” I asked, trying to keep my voice firm.

  “Five hundred,” Wyk said without hesitation.

  Byr scoffed. “Come on, Wyk,” he said. “That's outrageous.”

  He shrugged. “It's a risk right now,” he replied. “The government's shut down most of the airspace. No shuttles in or out.”

  “Like you weren't planning making a run anyway,” Byr said.

  “Maybe we weren't,” Wyn said.

  “I know you were,” Byr replied. “See, I happen to know that you need to go collect a few items for somebody – and that you had to go to Optorio to do it. So, really, don't play that game.”

  Wyk grinned and pointed at Byr. “He's good.”

  I immediately felt better to have him negotiating on my behalf. Having the information he had made all the difference.

  “Fine then,” Wyn said. “Four hundred.”

  “Two hundred,” Byr offered.

  It was Wyk's turn to scoff. “Three hundred.”

  Byr cast a quick glance at me, as if gauging how much money I had. I could have probably afforded the three hundred easily, but if he could get them to go any lower, all the better.

  “Two hundred,” Byr repeated.

  The brothers exchanged looks and then sighed in unison. “Two fifty,” Wyk said. “And that is as low as we are willing to go.”

  Byr looked at me and I nodded. “Deal.”

  “Done,” Wyk said.

  “Half now,” I said. “And half once we land.”

  Wyn laughed. “She's an untrusting little thing, isn't she?”

  “Not without good reason,” Byr said.

  I looked at him and smiled. He didn't know me. Didn't know my story. And yet, he was fighting for me. It told me a lot about the heart of this man. A commotion at the far end of the marketplace drew our attention. When I saw the red and black armored guards heading straight for us, my blood ran cold and my heart started to trip all over itself.

  But in addition to my father's guard, there were the black and white armored soldiers I'd seen around Kinray – government soldiers, I'd always assumed. The soldiers who'd destroyed Byr's village and now looked to be coming after him directly. His eyes were wide and he looked scared – like an animal trapped in a corner with no way out.

  I shared a terrified look with Byr. He looked to the brothers who looked utterly stunned and confused.

  “You need to get her out of here,” Byr said. “Now.”

  I grabbed him by the hand. “You're coming with me.”

  “I can't,” he said.

  “You have to,” I demanded. “I'm not leaving you here to them.”

  “Those soldiers are all here for you two?” Wyk asked.

  I shrugged. “Yeah, kind of.”

  Byr looked at me, torn. Not sure what to do. I squeezed his hand hard.

  “Byr,” I said. “You need to come with me. We'll figure out what our next steps are later. But we need to keep you out of their hands as much as I need to stay out of the hands of my father's guard.”

  He hesitated a moment longer before giving me a tight, grim smile. He turned back to the brothers.

  “We need to go,” he said. “Now.”

  “We negotiated just for her –”

  “And we can renegotiate in the air,” I snapped. “But we need to go. Please.”

  The brothers nodded, clearly not wanting to have two different armies breathing down their necks. They obviously weren't sure what was going on or how it was going to impact them, but I could see in their eyes they assumed it wouldn't be good.

  “Let's go,” Wyk said. “We're docked behind the marketplace.”

  Together, the four of us abandoned the table and sprinted toward the other end of the marketplace, where the landing pads were. The two armies – the government's and my father's – were closing in. Part of me feared that we weren't going to be able to outrun them and that they'd catch us before we got to the ship.

  But they were thankfully, hindered by the sheer number of people in the marketplace and all of the vendors who were “accidentally” getting in their way. The people – the scraps – were all coming together in an effort to protect one of their own. Well, one of their own and a complete stranger to them.

  “Up ahead,” Wyk shouted.

  I saw the shuttle up ahead and the rear landing r
amp was already down. We hit the ramp and darted inside of the ship, Wyn punching a button that raised the ramp behind us. The brothers threw themselves into their seats and immediately began punching buttons, pulling levers, and getting their pre-flight checks done as quickly as possible.

  All the while, my stomach was tied in knots and I felt like I was going to be sick. Any minute, I was expecting to hear pounding on the rear ramp as they tried force their way in. Or they'd just start shooting and try to disable to shuttle.

  “We have to go, guys,” Byr shouted. “We have to go now.”

  “We're moving as fast as we can, Byr.”

  Through the cockpit window, I saw a couple of blue and red lasers flash by. They were firing at us.

  “They're shooting at us, Wyk,” Wyn shouted. “I say we give these two to them and be done with it. I don't want our ship getting blown up.”

  “Shut up,” Wyk snapped. “Fire the engines. Now. Fire them.”

  Wyn punched a button and the ship rumbled to life. The vibration was strong and the shuttle jolted and bounced as it lifted off. Over the intercom, I heard a voice demanding that they land the shuttle or risk being shot down. Wyk quickly cut communications and turned back to us.

  “Hold on,” he said. “This isn't going to be graceful or smooth.”

  “Doesn't matter,” Byr said. “Just punch it.”

  Wyk grinned and pushed the throttle forward. With lasers flashing all around us, the shuttle roared up into the air. My stomach was turning flip flops as we accelerated and ascended. It wasn't long before I was looking at something I never thought I'd see – the stars I'd always seen from my balcony, but up close. Very close.

  “It's beautiful,” I said.

  Byr looked every bit as enthralled as I did. Together, we just stared out the window at the vast open space around us, looking at the stars, and the moons of Unduth – it was amazing. Simply amazing.

  “They'll be sending fighters after us,” Wyk said.

  “So, we're going to pull an old smuggler's stunt,” Wyn said. “Just stay in your seats and keep your mouths closed. No questions. Just sit there and shut up.”

  I was too stunned by what I was seeing to say anything anyway. I looked over at Byr and the expression on his face told me he felt exactly the same way. The shuttle was smooth now that we'd broken Unduth's atmosphere.