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general comm that everyone could hear in the field,
    “Be damn careful guys! I got animals coming to greet us! And they are not being led by me! Repeat, they are not being led by me! There’s another animal chick out here using them as well, so don’t think it’s safe to go near anything!” she warned.
    Reports began pouring in from the other hybrids in the field that they were facing the same challenge. Another psychic was trying to pick their minds, another telekinetic was rolling dead logs down the mountain at them, large groups were feeling unreasonable fear — everything they had was being thrown back at them.
    Ivint leaned his hands on the table with the 3D image and wondered how the hell they could win a war with both sides so evenly matched without both sides losing everything.
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    Grai awakened slowly and flexed his aching jaw as he looked around the darkened room. He sent out his senses and was a little surprised when he felt the increased activity in the energy around him. Moments later a large tremor shook the room and he used the upheaval to help him knock the chair over onto its side.
    He sighed when he realized that being closer to the floor wasn’t going to help him out of the damn chair. He’d hoped to break the heavy wooden chair or at least make it easier to wiggle out of the metal straps at his wrists, ankles, and chest, but the chair and straps were holding too damn well.
    Grai sighed and tried to calm himself. He sent out his senses again and tried to manipulate the increase in his to help him break free again to no avail. Although, he was a little impressed at how much more power he seemed to control in here, which told him that he was in the mountain along the ley line.
    Grai wasted a few minutes trying to rock back and forth in the chair to see if something would give, even though he knew it was pointless. He cursed a long line of things he would never say around another living creature and then thanked the Gods for the fact that his brother, Traze, wasn’t here to see what he was about to do.
    With a deep breath, he drew the energy inside of him and shifted into the hated Relian form that he hadn’t used in hundreds of years. His wrists and ankles broke free as the bands snapped beneath the pressure of his growing and expanding limbs. The chest band was the last to break, but it snapped with such force that it flew into the door and bounced back at him.
    Grai felt his head begin to grow and immediately pulled the energy from the shift, not allowing a complete conversion, his goal accomplished. He refused to wear the form of the monsters he came from unless he absolutelyhad to, and something inside was telling him he had to get the hell out of there. Now .
    Grai stood quickly and listened at the door for any sign that someone was on the other side. He didn’t hear anything, and even his beast, Death, the symbiotic parasite in his brain, could detect nothing near them.
    Grai ran his hand along the door until he found the handle and wasn’t surprised that it was locked, even though they had him secured to the chair pretty well. He figured it fit pretty well with the paranoia he thought Fiorn was suffering from. Either way, even his strength wouldn’t get it open.
    He held the heavy metal handle for a few minutes as he gathered the increased energy around him and directed it into his hands the way he’d seen Tristan do. He tried releasing it into the handle a couple of times and failed miserably.
    He closed his eyes in frustration and tried it again, thinking of getting out of here, of finding True and his people and getting back to his son and Tricia.
    With his eyes closed, Grai never saw the tiny wisp of golden energy roll across the wall and hit the door handle right before another tremor threw him out of the now-open door and into a well-lit, but empty hallway.
    Grai quickly looked both ways, unsure which way to go until he heard pounding footsteps coming from the left, and he took