Defender (New World Book 7) by C.L. Scholey Read Free Book Online

pounding destruction was furious. Taz ducked as a truck flew over his head. His shield came up. No one was paying him any attention. The humans were focused on staying alive. Taz was impressed with the scientists’ ability to manipulate the surroundings so effectively. His father would have been impressed—with the science aspect.
    The vehicles crumpled, some were crushed which surprised Taz, he thought the humans would be safe in the transportation devices. He was wrong, the large objects aided in their demise. Windows were shattered—he was right, Earth glass busted on everything. A male, full grown was sent flying out a side window of his small car on impact with a truck. His body bounced when it hit the pavement. He left a trail of blood as he skidded into another car and was crushed between yet another sliding vehicle.
    “Bet that hurt,” Taz muttered.
    A huge long truck he noticed was sliding along the highway almost sideways, smashing into other vehicles. The noise of the tires was a squealing indication of imminent death to those in its wake. Humans were screaming in terror, fleeing from their trapped cars. Torrential rain pounded down adding to the chaos—or it was the cause. A woman’s terrified howls could be heard above the rest. When Taz spied her, the woman was pointing at something as she stumbled to her feet. Taz saw in the distance a female child of no more than three, standing motionless. Somehow the child had been separated from her mother. The transport was gradually tipping onto its side, the child in its path.
    Children were still a novelty and this was the smallest Earth female he had seen to date. His mind warred. She will be killed . Tonans wanted females. He wasn’t to interfere. She would be killed. He wasn’t to interfere . She was so tiny and vulnerable. If he were Krish he would enjoy watching the child die and joke about the mess as she splattered. Taz wasn’t Krish.
    Taz was in motion. The command not to interfere rang out in his thoughts, but the child was female. His mission was to ascertain the extent of the damage caused to Earth by the Tonan satellite. Taz wondered if the scientists knew the extent of the damage his race was inflicting. Everywhere on Earth was suffering. Not to a great extent, but enough for the humans to believe the Tonan lie that the planet was dying.
    Earth would calm after the choice humans were transported to another planet where the Tonans could harvest the females and kill the males. In a century, the Tonans could return to Earth and harvest more females.
    The screaming woman and the transport captured his attention. He was faced with a tiny dilemma. If Taz didn’t interfere, the little human female child dilemma would die. Human females were valuable. Full grown, the child could bring a Castain warrior to his knees.
    Shielded, Taz moved too fast for the humans to see him. The transport squealed as the wheels skidded along the pavement. The truck was almost on its side. Taz grabbed the child, dropping his shield, knowing if any human watched they would rather film the event than interfere, that was explicit on the monitor in the shuttle—recording devices were in excess. The girl wrapped her arms around his neck as Taz spun under the truck last second. The transport smashed onto the highway and kept its momentum, sparks flying in its wake.
    There were no other vehicles behind him, and Taz noted his shield was up. There had never been more times than now that his shield developed a mind of its own. He suspected the child had something to do with what he experienced. The human’s little face was warm buried in his throat, his shield detected no hurts. She was weightless. The threat had passed and he lowered his shield. Taz set the girl on her feet. She tucked her thumb in her mouth and gazed up at him.
    Fuck this thing is tiny.
    It was hard to imagine her growing up to be used as a weapon. Thankfully, the Tonans would be long gone before she was grown. Taz