Note: set within book 40

Unnatural

It was a very tense moment. Aximili did not like the look Prince Jake threw at him, so he turned all his eyes from all their glares, and stopped talking about vecols and shamed warriors— for his own good.

Cassie had her impatient look. Marco's jaw was set. Tobias spoke stern and cold. And Rachel simply stared unblinking.

They were human faces, all human gestures; but just for a moment, he sees Elfangor among all his alien friends.

/Such dishonor. It is just not possible./ Aximili says quietly, to no one.

And still, still, five frail humans stand before him, too much warrior's spirit in their blood.

/Little brother,/ Elfangor had once said, /it never seems to be./