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around the stables. It is completely destroyed. The main
compound withstood the fire hashis .”
    Miki frowned at the word that didn’t
translate in Standard and asked, “What’s a fire hashis .”
    Kavan’s dark brows dipped and his voice took
on a rumbly growl when he replied. “It is the act of a terma . A coward. Dry cloth is soaked in hardul fat
and set ablaze as it is tossed at an enemy or their home. The burn
will last longer and make it more difficult to douse the flames.
Overlord Vaan banned his warriors from the use of fire hashis . No true warrior would employ the method any longer
as it is without honor.”
    Sendal’s gold-skinned tones paled and he
rocked back in his seat. He appeared truly shaken as his eyes
sought Miki’s. “Because of you Su…Mikayla. You mentioned the in
ground water system at your home to make it easier to get water
inside. It took months but we finished. The ground had yet to set
on the tubing.”
    And because of it, Sendal had been smart and
used the water to help battle the blaze. Miki wanted to ride after
these Kabanian and rip into them with her fangs. Her blood heated
and she now knew what Vaan felt when he angered to such an extent
it impacted his reason. “Kavan, Vaan needs to know about this right
away.”
    “I agree. We must end the other visits and
return home in the morning.”
    They’d only managed three of the five Raasa
strongholds but Miki knew the other visits would have to wait.
They’d been gone for four days and it would take at least a day
maybe less if they rode hard to return home. In that time, Miki
could only hope these warriors didn’t cause more harm. Although she
couldn’t imagine anything worse than what the males had done to her
friend and his people.
     
    ***
     
    Balal entertained his youngling with the help
of his mate Assa, allowing Vaan time in his office to speak with
Ramar. Many things had changed when his best friend, Argan, left
Raasa to join with his bride who was Olak’din. The Shadow Warriors
as they were known made their homes in the mountains and Argan
moved there not long ago. Vaan had yet to accustom himself to the
absence but Ramar was a worthy replacement and a Warlord he valued
highly.
    Vaan covered the guard rotation they
maintained for the gate surrounding the perimeter of his mate’s
Raasa compound. Though the Raasa made commendable watches, he made
sure to have at least one or two Warlords set at the same time. The
Warlords who made their home with him had stood by his side when
odds were against him and when treachery had almost led them to
their death. There was no one he trusted more with the exception of
his mate. Mikayla had his unconditional trust.
    “What of the weapons training?” Vaan
asked.
    He had tried to teach the Raasa skills with a
sword but they were not as sturdy as Kabanian and their lean builds
made wielding the hefty swords with any efficiency difficult. Even
the lowest Kabanian warrior would fell a Raasa if it was a match
left to swords. But the people he now called allies were not a
complete loss. Their marksmanship with a bow and arrow showed an
exceptional ability to hit their target.
    Ramar shifted his stance as he stood before
Vaan’s desk. Vaan had invited him to sit but the Warlord was not
ready for that level of comfort with his Sire. “Everyone has shown
proficiency. The females complained of arm pain but continue their
efforts with occasional outburst of crying or anger.”
    Vaan grimaced. Recently his mate had insisted
that the females of her race learn to fight with weapons as well.
The concept was difficult to accept because a Kabanian woman would
never choose to fight if she could have a warrior stand before her.
Vaan had to remind himself often that Raasa were as different from
Kabanians as possible. He reluctantly agreed to Mikayla’s demand
but now his Warlords had to deal with crying. Raasa men and women
were an emotional people. At times he appreciated their depth of
love and