For all my readers, keep your eyes open!

Khan put himself between his family and the door, pressing Anthea and Nolan into the corner. Across the room, Yves did similar for Kati and Pandu. Marla crouched low, behind a stack of boxes where she'd taken refuge.

"What are they?" Anthea breathed.

"I do not know," her husband admitted. "But they have Barton. I killed one, but I couldn't reach him. Now hush."

They were well-hidden in the shadows, but that didn't stop Anthea's heart from skipping a beat when the mechanised figure stopped in the doorway, scanning with its optical sensor.

Please go away, she prayed, holding Nolan tighter. Please, please don't find us.

Anthea Harrison was saved from death by her husband's blood, but it has changed something within her, and not necessarily for the better. As she struggles to adjust to-and survive-the transition, Khan Noonien Singh fights to provide for his people in a primitive environment amongst dwindling supplies, and winter is setting in. When they embark on what should be just a routine supply run, they learn that when it comes to change, sometimes resistance is futile...