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her excitement and
smiled. “I can help you.”
    He grinned. “It’s going to take more than you and me to pull
a four-hundred-pound animal, I’m afraid.”
    She snuggled her cheek against his arm. “Wisty has many
skills. I try to help her when she sews but my only talent is carving
pictures.”
    She sensed his eyes on the top of her head as he led her
away from the lion and back onto the path. “So you’re an artist,” he said.
    “No. I carve animals into ivory pallets.”
    “That is art,” he explained. “Therefore you’re an artist.”
    “Who drew the pictures of insects on your arms?”
    “They’re scorpion tattoos, engraved by a tattoo artist.”
    “They don’t wash off?”
    He smiled and shook his head. “No. They were etched into my
skin with a needle and permanent ink.”
    She cringed. “What’s their purpose?”
    “Personal preference. It’s a form of body art. Your sister’s
jewelry craft is also an art.”
    “Then she’s an artist too?”
    “Yes.”
    Ivy sighed as she stepped over a log. “Tell me about your
brothers and sisters. Do you have any?”
    “I do. I have one sister who I haven’t seen in a long time.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because I’ve been a part of the Special Forces for a long
time. About nine years.”
    Her brows scrunched. “How long is a year?”
    “It’s… How old are you, Ivy?”
    “I’ve lived through twenty seasonal harvests.”
    “Each seasonal harvest is the equivalent of one year. So
you’re twenty years old.”
    “Then why haven’t you seen her in such a long time?”
    “After our parents died she moved away and got married,” he
said then paused to clear his throat. “I joined the Special Forces.”
    “Your parents died? How tragic.”
    “Yes, it is. My mother’s heart gave out. Shortly after, my
dad’s did as well.”
    She didn’t know what she’d do if her momma died. Her father,
gosh… Her eyes filled with tears but she blinked them away. Sadly he’d appeared
dead long before the aliens killed him. He had existed but that was all. He
used to talk to only her mom and hunted as was expected of the clan leader but
when it came to his children his emotions were already gone.
    She tightened her hold on Bronto’s arm, pushing thoughts of
death aside. It was too morbid to dwell on. She’d rather indulge in nice
visions like sleeping in Bronto’s embrace, or of him kissing her for the first
time. When would that happen? What was taking him so long?
    “Ivy?”
    She raised her head at the sound of Wisteria calling her
name.
    “Ivy!”
    The amount of distress in her sister’s voice alarmed her.
“Wisty?”
    “Where are you?”
    “With Bronto,” she hollered, trying to see through the
evergreen and pine branches. She vaguely caught a glimpse of the outline of
Wisteria’s white frock that Jade had given her a couple of days ago. “We’re
almost there.”
    When Ivy and Bronto emerged from the trees she spotted
Wisteria standing in Vulcan’s arms at the back side of the supply hut. She held
Birmon near her chest and was toying with his spikes as she often did to expel
nervous energy.
    “Where were you?” Wisteria asked. She broke from Vulcan’s
embrace and ran to the forest border to greet them. “I’ve been sick with
worry.”
    Bronto and Vulcan exchanged glances. “We were chased away by
a cave lion when I took Ivy to the weapons shelter for cover.”
    Vulcan rubbed his chin. “Was it a shifter?”
    “No.” Bronto nudged his head over his shoulder. “It’s back
there. I need help transporting it.”
    Vulcan nodded.
    “What happened with the dinosaur?” Bronto asked.
    “Was it a tyrannosaur?” Ivy blurted.
    “No,” Vulcan replied. “Tyran said it was a brachiosaur.”
    Vulcan was such a handsome man with his long, dark hair and
defined features. Her sister was a lucky woman. Ivy inwardly smiled. So was
she. Bronto was just as appealing. The only difference was she hadn’t stolen
his heart.
    Vulcan laid a hand on