Chapter Forty Seven

Stralath watched from the other side of the fence. Galene now sat in a distant rock pool, and he'd given her space. She'd seemed upset earlier, and thanks to his sharp Mesophinean senses, he'd knew Galene had spoken with her human father.

Should he approach her or guard her from a distance?

Feeling restless, he scanned the periphery for danger. Stralath sensed dark energy coming from the water, and mind made up, he leaped over the fence and jogged towards the rocky shore. The high tide had filled rock pools and crevices, and Stralath wound his way to his target.

Approaching from behind, he paused to take a breath. This lost siren unnerved him, and Stralath had never felt this way before—even with females from his species.

"Stop hovering." Galene waved a hand. "I need your help—I'm freaking out."

She'd know he was there—her fisheri senses had grown in strength. Stralath swallowed hard and walked to her side.

"I have a tail." Galene looked mortified.

Stealth's eyes widened, peering