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David Sanders sat in the diner in the podunk town of Robinsville, ready to give up. His alpha had sent him to this rat hole of a town to find Anabella Pouge and bring her back to the pack. When Russell Masters gave an order, you followed it or risked the consequences.

Finding Anabella was like searching for a needle in a haystack. No one in town knew anything about her, and when he showed her picture, he caught a vague sense of recognition but nothing firm. He didn't know if his being a stranger factored into their response and if the town was circling the wagons to protect their own, or if they really didn't know anything about the woman.

David had been in town three days, and he knew he would have to call Russ this morning to inform him of his failure. He'd never let his alpha down before, and being the bearer of bad news left a bad taste in his mouth. Hopefully, Russ would tell him to come home, but David feared that would not be the case.

He couldn't stay in the town much longer. The urge to change to his wolf form rolled over him constantly, but David didn't want to risk transforming in this unfamiliar place. Frustration at his failure made the urge stronger, and each day he struggled more with the wolf within.

Where the hell could she be?

David waved the waitress over for a cup a coffee. He pulled his phone from his pocket to call Russ, then he caught a scent in the air-”a new fragrance, fresh and musky all at once. It smelled like home and set off a hunger he'd never felt before. He turned, trying to locate the source of the essence.

Then he spotted her, and his body went on high alert.

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"Commander Rave Anders, a panel of your peers has found you guilty of theft of government property. You are hereby dishonourably discharged and sentenced to thirty days on the penal colony Devil's Island."

Rave fell to his seat in disbelief as the panel left the room. Just like that, his military career was gone, like so much smoke. Most would think that was the worst thing, but it wasn't. The worst was Rave's lover, Kain, couldn't be found.

A hand landed on his shoulder. He turned, hoping to see Kain. His stomach sank when he saw his friend, Sela instead.

"It's no use, Rave. It's as if he's disappeared. His parents don't know where he is, either. I'm sorry."

He rested his head in his hands. "I can't believe it, Sela. He's out there, somewhere, hurt. He'd be here if he was able."

Rave looked up at Sela and saw the guards approaching behind her.

"I'll do what I can to find him, Rave."

He gave a sharp nod and turned to follow the guards to the pod waiting to take him to Devil's Island, his thoughts in turmoil. How would he survive the next thirty days? Being in the military put a target on his back and Devil's Island was one of the worst prison colonies in the universe. His heart ached at the thought of Kain, alone and hurt while he could do nothing about it. Nothing really mattered if Kain wasn't safe. The guard shoved him into the craft and shackled him to the seat.

After the criminals were processed, the ship started the journey to Devil's Island.

"Hey, you's that military thief? Yep, you is. You's the guy whose got fucked up the ass, but then, I hear ya like that, don't ya?" The passenger beside him snickered. "I'm sure you'll get plenty of action on DI."

Rave leaned over and yanked him close enough that Rave could smell the man's putrid breath. "Shut the fuck up."

"No need to gets with the rough stuff. I ain't after that pretty ass," the man mumbled as Rave shoved him back into his seat.

Rave closed his eyes to block out the upcoming nightmare. He had two hours to devise a plan that would keep him from getting killed while being detained. He had a lover to find.

One step at a time.

His thoughts drifted.What had happened?

That question played over and over in his mind. One minute, Kain had left the ship. The next, the Alliance had boarded the ship and arrested Rave. Two days before the ship docked, the crew had conducted an inventory and those government boxes hadn't been there. The Alliance had shown up, and suddenly, there the boxes had sat, pretty as you please. Something wasn't adding up.

Rave didn't do suspicion. He placed his faith in all his crew and expected their trust in return. Kain had never given him a reason not to trust him. Hell, Rave loved the man. He couldn't love a traitor, could he? Focus, Damn it! Worry about now.

The force of take off glued him to the seat. He swallowed then bit his lip. He wasn't prepared, not really. All the training in the world couldn't prepare a person for a prison colony-”an open world full of the worst criminals in the universe. He couldn't figure out why the Alliance wanted to send him to a high security planet. He should have been shipped off to one of the minimum security colonies.

When the flight smoothed out, Rave forced himself to relax. He had to get some sleep. He wouldn't get much on DI. Rave prayed he would wake from this nightmare, wrapped in the comfort of Kain arms, ready for their morning romp.

Kain, where are you?

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From the Journal of Dr. Rae Roett

July 22, 2015

We made contact today. It's only a matter of time before the aliens land on Earth. They call themselves the Raxioni and our correspondence indicates they are peaceful beings. When we sent out the feeler months ago, we didn't think anyone would be listening. Bob and I were shocked when first contact was made and we discovered they spoke English. They seem as anxious to meet us as we are to meet them. I just wish there was a way to do more research on these beings. We have so many questions but, so far, not a lot of answers.

The contingency plan is in place in case things don't go as expected. The research itself is light years ahead of its time, and the chance to experiment alone is worth the risk.

It's been years in the making, but the time is finally here. We just needed an excuse to start, and what better reason than an alien race landing on our planet. The Sentry project is a go, and my colleagues have been interviewing candidates for months. We have a great batch of test subjects we'd like to have ready to go before the alien's touchdown. The soldiers will never know the real reason we are starting this programme. For all they are concerned, they are doing it for their country. Uncle Sam is backing us, and what they don't know won't really hurt them. It will benefit them in the long run.

Our Plan B will be implemented, as well, because you can't be too safe. It makes me a little nervous, but I want my daughters protected. I scheduled their procedure for tomorrow to hurry along the process. The other scientists will bring their children in as well. I can't wait until the beings land. I hope they will be more forthcoming in the months ahead.

September 15, 2015

Things did not go as expected with the Raxioni. The situation started out peaceful enough, but some idiot soldier shot at them in a panic, and now, they have attacked Earth in full force. The Sentries are a go. We are calling them The Sentries of the Earth or SE for short. I'm just glad we've had them in training for a while. Most of the planet thinks the Sentries were formed because of the attack; we will continue to let them believe that. We always feared an attack would happen. Who knew it would be because of our own soldiers? The Raxioni will not listen to reason and plan to wipe out the humans to settle on our planet. We'll never know if that was their plan all along, but at this point, I don't care.

My daughters underwent their experiment, and everything appears to be normal. We won't know more until we activate the chip. Cassandra seems resentful and unsure of what is really happening, but I will not risk their lives. This is for their own good.

We are in hiding now with the Sentries. We are trying to protect the human race, and nothing will get in the way.

Aside: One of the experiments that is working well is the tattoo warning system. I am shocked and amazed at the new discovery. It's not science but magic. Once the Raxioni started to fight, the magic users approached the government to help. They call themselves Mages. Most of the group was sceptical at first, but I have an open mind and love what they are showing us. The hope is that we will win this fight. I want a chance to study these Mages once the war is over. They are fascinating creatures. Why didn't we know about them before now? What else could be out there?

For now, each scientist is assigned a Mage to help experiment with the soldiers. I don't care what it takes, my family will be safe, and if magic will do it, so be it. We weren't sure how well it would stand up, but we have discovered magic does exist and with science to help we should have the threat taken care of soon.