“Monto, no!” she gasped, not considering the alpha’s intentions pertinent. “Grogan is the
leader of the Guerilla Resistance against Qalin and Artom, which I have joined,” she explained.
Urazi’s eyes narrowed, and she added, “Grogan was training me and other breeders to fight.”
Breeders could approach a sentry without arousing his suspicion then immobilize him, allowing
male guerillas to storm the post and secure it. She thrust back her shoulders with defiant pride.
She, a female, was capable of supporting the war effort in a productive way.
Urazi rose to his feet to examine the paper target. “You are an excellent sharpshooter, but
winning a battle requires more than skill with a crossbow. You would not fare well in hand-to-
Anika shrugged. “If I have a crossbow, I will not need to engage in hand-to-hand combat.”
“Did it help you today?” Urazi strode to Grogan’s body, and yanked up his bloodied
uniform shirt. Attached to the alpha’s nipple was an insignia ring. Urazi unclipped it and carried
it over to her.
Anika stared. A single star. Province one. Qalin.
“You have joined with the enemy to strike against your own people? You would betray your
Alpha? Your sibling?”
Qalin’s insignia lay in Urazi’s palm, damning, but untrue. So untrue. “No! How could you
say that? The Resistance plans to strike against Qalin. Against Artom.”
Urazi tucked the star into his uniform pouch.
“But maybe Grogan is an infiltrator acting alone,” she argued, fighting against the insidious
memories; the ease with which she’d been accepted into the camp when her comrades learned of
her familiarity with both Marlix’s and Dak’s provinces; Grogan’s constant but subtle questions
about locations. He’d asked if she’d ever encountered Marlix himself. At the time, she’d feigned
ignorance of the latter, fearing they would send her back to him.
Anika clutched her throat. What if Urazi’s accusation was correct?
“If he were an ordinary alpha or beta, I might concede it possible. But he is—by your
account—the leader. I do not believe in coincidence. I have been observing the camp. Neither
Marlix nor Dak would have sent females into combat.
“The Resistance you are so proud to be a part of is using you as expendable cannon fodder.”
As a despotic Qalin marches through Parseon intent on conquering every province, Commander Marlix pledges his sister to another Alpha to protect her. Desperate to decide her own fate, Anika flees and finds refuge with the guerilla resistance movement against Qalin. Marlix’s aide Urazi hunts her down to bring her home to fulfill her duty. But when love blossoms between them, and provinces fall to Qalin, Anika and Urazi realize home has ceased to exist, and they are all that stand between the people of Parseon and the end of the world.
Warrior is the third and final book of the Breeder science fiction romance series, but it can be read as a stand-alone.