Stravon (Dark Star Princes book 1)

We move into another room, where a larger group of humans is gathered in semi-darkness. The viewing screen in the corner displays a still image of our ship. I say something casually to my brothers, but I don’t remember what I said.

Before I have even got all the words out, I feel it.

The heat. The tug in my chest.

It seizes me, deep in the very core of my being. It is as though there is a fiber cable around my spine, running all the way to the human female I can’t stop staring at.

I point to her, because it is her. Of course it is her.

She looks at us all. She opens her mouth as if to scream, but she does not. Instead, she stumbles backward and knocks an object over.

Themis must be struck by the mating call too, as I am. He points to a female just behind mine. His slave appears smaller than my own by a small degree. However, I do not notice any details of her face or body. I am transfixed by my own human female.