Chapter One
Moist heat from the wide-eyed creature's flared nostrils brushed
Nari's throat and slid across the top of her breasts. Sensing the
wilding was on the brink of panic, she ran her fingers over the
short, rough hair covering its broad chest. Standing twice her
height, it could easily kill her. Fortunately, wildings were timid
grass-eaters, and she understood their unstable nervous systems.
"Listen to me, trembling one," she muttered in the melodic
tone that had gentled more wildings than she could count.
"You're here because you heard my song. You don't know it
yet, but in your heart you want to serve me and the rest of the
Baasta."
Perhaps confused by the word Baasta, the wilding pawed
the ground.
"My breed," she explained. "My kinsmen, much as your
herd, give you a sense of belonging. There are nearly two hundred
of us now, living safely in timber houses we placed against
the side of a ...
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