to a subtle emanation of the planet that soaked into the soil and the plant life, working its way through the eco system. It changed us from our parent species into the nine separate races we have today.
“Your people have been on the surface long enough for three generations to breed and grow. Your parent species had the potential to develop extraordinary traits and if you are a good example of your people’s genes, you will be eligible to join the Nine in one more generation. For now, having potential means that we will guard your world from the Tokkel.”
She blinked in surprise. “It is that simple?”
Rothaway moved from his stationary position and came to help her from the exam seat. “It is not quite that simple, but it is a start, and it will keep us here.”
Ziggy stood and looked at where their hands were connected. His skin was rough and smooth at the same time, sending prickles of sensation through her. The same warm pulse that she remembered from five years earlier ran up her arm.
His voice rumbled over her and through her soul. “Do you want me here?”
She parted her lips to answer when Dr. Meevin cleared her throat. “Councillor Rothaway, you are overdue for your medication.”
He turned to the woman and bared his teeth. “I will take it tomorrow.”
“Sir, your levels are already dangerously low.”
Ziggy tugged on his hands to return his gaze to her and get him to stop glaring at the doctor. “What medication, what levels?”
He scowled at the doctor. “I had hoped for a more private setting for this conversation.”
“You are exuding quite a lot of pheromones, normal for a shifter in rut. You have been militant about taking your meds for the last five years, so this is a sudden change in attitude and physiology, councillor.” The doctor crossed her arms. “Your kind can be dangerous in that situation and I believe that our young miss needs to be informed before she gets any closer to you.”
Rothaway tightened his hands on hers. “I have already declared my claim in front of the entire assembly. She isn’t getting out of this now.”
Meevin gave him a half smile. “Congratulations. How brave to be declaring on behalf of an untested species.”
“I knew what she was when she first touched me. It simply took a while before I was able to find her again. My rut started with her touch, intensified with her kiss and has been idling in my bloodstream for five years. Enough is enough.”
The doctor paused. “You are serious? She is the one who triggered you?”
The question was phrased toward Rothaway, but Ziggy knew it was meant for her. “I am not sure what triggering entails, but I did touch and kiss him on a Tokkel ship five years ago.”
The doctor nodded sharply and checked medical reports once again. “It should work. You will have to work out the details with her at your leisure.”
The words gave Ziggy a frisson of unease but the sensations that she was experiencing were starting to override her judgement.
Nothing else was said. Rothaway tugged her by her hands and led her out of medical.
He placed an arm around her waist and they returned to the assembly. He walked her to her seat and then glared at the representative next to her.
A chain reaction occurred when the shifter rep got up with a grin. He inclined his head to Rothaway and repeated the gesture toward Ziggy. The representatives all got up and moved over one until the empty seat in the centre was taken up and the seat next to Ziggy was empty.
Rothaway took the seat and while the medals were still being awarded near the podium, they were drawing more of an audience as he reached out to take her hand.
They sat side by side and watched the remainder of the ceremonies, his hand loosely clasping hers but she felt every ridge and callous on his skin. Her entire being was focused on his hand and it was only when the rules of a Wilding bonding ceremony started to creep into her mind that she noticed that he was