Page 120 of Sohut's Protection

He’d overcome the pain in his muscles and he’d force his limbs to move.

“Let’s go get her, little one.” He looked at the slizz and Wawa jumped on him, perching on his shoulders just as he did with Clee-yo.

Sohut gripped the tracker in his hand.

They could do this.

They were going to get their female back.

* * *

It felt like hours before he was walking back at normal pace, but he managed to retrieve the contents of his satchel that the cursed mogs had thrown all over the vines near the stream.

Grabbing everything he could see, he set off at a run, his breath coming in gasps as he pushed his body forward.

He didn’t have a plan but what he was about to do was dangerous.

Nobody went against the Tasqals.

Nobody except the rebels in the Restitution and he was no rebel.

But he was in love.

Clee-yo was his gnora. His soulmate.

He could feel it.

And he wasn’t going to lose her, even if it meant he had to die getting her free.

Riv. He needed to call his brother Riv.

Connecting his sat phone, he punched in his brother’s code.

“Sohut?” Riv’s voice sounded over the line. He sounded phekked off, but that was his brother—he was never in a good mood.

“Riv,” he breathed as he ran through the darkness, trusting his instincts that he was heading the right way. “I phekked up badly, brother.”

“What do you mean?” The concern in his brother’s voice was immediate and it wrung his life-organ. Riv had always cared for him, like a father more than a brother.

He was so indebted to him he didn’t know how he was ever going to repay him.

“There’s something I have to deal with.” Sohut breathed. “I don’t know when I’ll be coming back to the Sanctuary.”

“Something like what?” Riv asked.

“Remember that exotic animal I’m here to catch?”

“Yes…”

“She’s not an animal.”

“She?”

Sohut gulped.

“She, brother. She. The same species as Larn.”

“You mean La-rehn?”

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