Grai's Game (First Wave) by Mikayla Lane Page A

done something rather extraordinary to have earned it.
    “Yes, we know them well. We will not take the chance that we will do something that will tarnish their reputation and have rejected their generous offer.” Grai replied to Dread, hoping the Tezarian would let the subject drop.
    “For some reason, they do not share that concern. However, the choice belongs to you and your people. I cannot offer you the Tezarian name as I do not have the authority to do so. Even so, I offer you our friendship.” Dread replied nodding his head in respect to Grai, Viper following suit.
    “I… we thank you for that. It means a lot to us. More so since Dagog will return, and we will all need your assistance.” Grai said, returning the nod of respect to the Tezarian brothers.
    This was all going so much more differently than he had expected that it would, and he was a little flustered by it. This was definitely not the way that he was raised. These people were so alien from what he was used to dealing with.
    “That should hold you until your mate can fuss over you. Personally, I think Zendarian suits you, and you get to avoid all that registration of a new society crap with the Alliance.” Reven said the last on a whisper, before standing up and taking the empty seat next to Ivint.
    “What is a registration of a new society?” Grai asked in puzzlement; he didn’t like feeling so stupid, and this conversation was moving in a direction; he was unprepared to go right now.
    “That is something we can worry about later. Right now, you need to go assure your mate that you are well. Do you expect Dagog to attack again tonight?” Ivint asked, hoping the answer was no.
    “No. It will take days for him to assess the damages and loss of personnel. By now, he’s also reeling from the scale of desertion and the loss of the mother ship. We have at least a week before he tries to retest our defenses. He is far from done with us and this planet.” Grai admitted with a sigh, wishing his brother would stop the fighting but knowing that he wouldn’t.
    “Then why don’t we all get some rest? Grai, pick your teams to join in the sentry rotations at each of the safe houses. Reven and Jax, organize our teams as well. I want both teams to work together, make sure your choices are aware of that and willing to do so.”
    “Scaden, I want hourly reports on the repairs to Koda’s ships and the status of the injured. Risk, please find rooms for Grai and his people, some should already have rooms here. I want no one leaving the security of the safe houses for any reason until we can meet in the morning and do a thorough threat assessment.” Ivint ordered. A chorus of ‘Yes, Sir!’ follow ed each order.
    Ivint stood , signifying an end to the meeting. He stayed standing while everyone but he, Reven, Banatar, the Tezarian’s and Grai filed out of the room.
    “Hey! Maybe I can bunk in your room, and I can show you how I was able to break into your security?” Traze said to Risk as they headed down the hallway.
    “Yeah, sure.” Risk replied, closing the door behind them.
    Ivint sat back down at the table and looked around the room, glad to see that Banatar had calmed down dramatically since the earlier events that had brought the Relian brothers to their door. The more relaxed posture of he and Reven were a welcome sight.
    Even the puzzling young Relian leader seemed more relaxed now that the room had cleared. Now that the initial excitement, fear and adrenaline had worn off, and he could think more clearly about the situation, he realized the importance of proceeding with great caution where this man was concerned and chose his next words very carefully.
    “The order to stay was more of a request due to the dangerous circumstances. You and your people will not be held here against your will. Although, trust may take us some time, I do not think that you risked your lives and provided our people with protection and the tools to survive for so many