Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22 A Debt to Settle

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He was ine remingly displeased with those boys from the mAdil team How could you team like Gillian to chattaly?

Gillian hadn’t planned on leaving them out there forever. “We work well together! Two days, too

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Canners failed because of the isolation soil, Fine. But the medics still have working brains. Why dide any of think to cut open a wound and take a look? Was it negligence? Only they know the answer

It was practically a courtesy. She was still being kind.

George’s expression darkened. Yes, the medical metals had only been in use for three days. But still-not one of them had thought to verify? To cut and check?

“Captain Sterling” His voice was grim. “Leave them to me. By this afternoon, I’ll have a clean, competent team ready for you.”

He already knew exactly what he’d be doing with that hour while Gillian rested.

“Then I’ll go clean up and change. Shall we resume in an hour?”

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the corridor. She walked straight into a wall of medics standing at attention, packed so

the entire space.

e offered a polite smile. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a scrap of flesh clinging to the ends of her hair She plucked it off casually and tucked it into her pocket.

She had no idea how utterly unnerving that looked to the watching medics.

Only after she’d disappeared down the corridor did the silence break.

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Chapter 22 A Debt to Settle

Is she… insane? Did she just put something in her pocket?”

“Is that all blood? Did she drain someone dry?”

The medics exchanged bewildered glances just as Sylas arrived-with Tristan in tow.

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“Sylas. You said the medical metals are compromised?” Tristan studied the back of his own hand. Perfectly healed.

Not even a scar.

What could possibly be wrong?

Sylas said, “I don’t know for certain. But I thought you should see for yourself.”

The metal door opened again.

George emerged. His eyes swept over Tristan and Sylas.

“Captain Moore. Bring your medics. Follow me.”

“What’s this about, Lt. Col. Parker?” Sylas’ tone was cautious.

The medical team didn’t answer to George. They’d answered to Elara. And because of her, Merrick had made them an independent unit. They answered only to her and to him.

Before Sylas could speak another word, a cold, absolute killing intent erupted from George and slammed into the medics like a physical force.

Beast features emerged involuntarily across the group-ears, tails, fangs-as they struggled to withstand the

pressure.

Tristan’s fox ears flickered into existence. Sylas’ serpent pupils dilated, impossible to suppress.

The two of them stood at the front, bearing the brunt of George’s Killing intent.

Leopard George. True to his name.

In the 9th Legion, the rank of lieutenant colonel was a watershed. Anyone who reached it had earned their stripes in blood. Every promotion was a monument to surviving the unsurvivable.

“You’ve been called. Follow.” George’s expression promised violence.

Tristan stepped in front of Sylas, shielding him. “Lt. Col. Parker. What are you doing? Sylas is still wounded. Even the Commander wouldn’t treat him like this.”

“Major Lawson.” George’s eyes narrowed like a stalking leopard’s, teeth bared. “Do I answer to you now?”

Tristan forced himself to step aside. He’d promised Merrick he’d behave, that he’d earn his place in the 9th Legion. He choked down his rage.

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