Great, seems she'd captured their leader. She wanted to cry and a moan of fright escaped her trembling lips. He shook her slightly, apparently annoyed at her show of fear then said something in his guttural language. She bit her lip to stop the wail building in her throat from escaping.
As Zacar spoke, the warriors in front of her came to attention. Then the tall, scarred one stepped forward, lifted his hands and retracted his claws. He looked straight at her, his red eyes turning to shiny, endless black, until she stared into bottomless pits. The green color faded from his skin until he was the same brutally handsome copper as Zacar.
She couldn't stop the trembling that wracked her body. The scarred alien continued to stare at her, even after his transformation was complete. "Why...why is he doing that?" she moaned again and, as before, Zacar shook her so softly it was almost a rocking motion.
"Quiet, Natlia," he said, bending down to speak in her ear.