I delivered our beautiful alien-human baby, but now we have to figure out how to stay alive. After thousands of years, dyni have successfully mated and bred young in the wild with a human. Me. It’s crazy how fast my life has changed. Instead of searching for lost civilizations, I’m the mother of a dynos hybrid. Moments after she was born, Akylla could join the cybernetic grid my mates use to communicate. We don’t know what she’ll be capable of yet, but she’s absolutely fearless, brilliant, feral, and growing in leaps and bounds. Watching her wrap five terrifyingly huge super-soldier killing machines around her pinkie is hilarious. However, we will never be safe. Draco Sirius Command knows their former assets have rebelled—and successfully bred offspring they don’t own and can’t control. I won’t allow them to have my baby. She won’t grow up in a laboratory or endure re-programming like the squad in between missions. I may only be human, but I’ve got secrets of my own that I’m only just now learning to use. They won’t take us alive.