Alien Heart

“I had nothing left to lose. Until her…” CAMILLE We think there’s another tribe out there and I'm going to help find them. The journey might be dangerous, but I don’t care. Frankly, I can’t wait. Why? Because I’m certain my mate is out there. I want a mate. Badly. He doesn’t seem to be here at the settlement. So he must be in the sixth tribe beyond the Death Plains. Nothing will stop me from finding true love. Not even the grumpy, scowling bastard Varrow who suddenly decides that I’m the biggest new thorn in his muscly side. Varrow hates the food I make, he growls at me more than he talks, and he WILL NOT stop glaring at me. Worst of all, he’s coming on the journey with us. I won’t let him get in my way. But the more time we spend together travelling and the more I uncover about this dark, brooding warrior, the less prickly he becomes. Or rather, I realize his prickliness seems to be protecting something. A soft spot. A secret. It makes me want to know even more about him. Before I know it, all my dreams of finding true love shift under my feet. And I no longer know what, or whom, I really want. VARROW If life has taught me anything, it’s that the things we love destroy us when we lose them. After losing my brother and my arm in one fell swoop, I’ve held fast to that lesson. Growing up in the Death Plains with no unmated females proved I’d never have a mate. So it’s always been easier not to get attached. To anyone or anything. So why, oh why, can’t I stay away from Cam-Eel? She is tiny, and strange, and she ruins the meat with foul concoctions. Whenever I speak to her, it seems to offend her. She smiles at others. But not at me. No matter how much she hates me, when I find out she is journeying beyond the hostile Death Plains, I volunteer to go too. For some reason, I cannot let her leave this place without me. When the Lavrika calls me the night before we leave, that reason becomes abundantly clear. She is my mate. If only I knew how to tell her that. If only I knew how not to lose her.

“I had nothing left to lose. Until her…” CAMILLE We think there’s another tribe out there and I'm going to help find them. The journey might be dangerous, but I don’t care. Frankly, I can’t wait. Why? Because I’m certain my mate is out there. I want a mate. Badly. He doesn’t seem to be here at the settlement. So he must be in the sixth tribe beyond the Death Plains. Nothing will stop me from finding true love. Not even the grumpy, scowling bastard Varrow who suddenly decides that I’m the biggest new thorn in his muscly side. Varrow hates the food I make, he growls at me more than he talks, and he WILL NOT stop glaring at me. Worst of all, he’s coming on the journey with us. I won’t let him get in my way. But the more time we spend together travelling and the more I uncover about this dark, brooding warrior, the less prickly he becomes. Or rather, I realize his prickliness seems to be protecting something. A soft spot. A secret. It makes me want to know even more about him. Before I know it, all my dreams of finding true love shift under my feet. And I no longer know what, or whom, I really want. VARROW If life has taught me anything, it’s that the things we love destroy us when we lose them. After losing my brother and my arm in one fell swoop, I’ve held fast to that lesson. Growing up in the Death Plains with no unmated females proved I’d never have a mate. So it’s always been easier not to get attached. To anyone or anything. So why, oh why, can’t I stay away from Cam-Eel? She is tiny, and strange, and she ruins the meat with foul concoctions. Whenever I speak to her, it seems to offend her. She smiles at others. But not at me. No matter how much she hates me, when I find out she is journeying beyond the hostile Death Plains, I volunteer to go too. For some reason, I cannot let her leave this place without me. When the Lavrika calls me the night before we leave, that reason becomes abundantly clear. She is my mate. If only I knew how to tell her that. If only I knew how not to lose her.