Hard hands closed around her shoulders, more around her hips and legs and she was carried, squirming, trying to see what was happening to Orel as he disappeared into a wall of bodies. Everything was happening so fast. How had they been caught so easily? Finally, Wren found her voice. When she started to scream the guard holding onto her legs pinched her calves and tears came to her eyes. Still she kept shouting for Orel. Her wings were dragging in the dirt, tangling in the feet of the men who carried her, as if they were trying to save her. What if they got damaged? She struggled more frenziedly. Who would rescue her brothers now? A heavy door slammed opened and the men manoeuvred to get her inside. Wren looked up, desperate for a last glimpse of the sky. Phobos winked at her through the Dome, then the ceiling closed overhead, the door slammed and the sky was gone. The men dumped her in the centre of the room and stepped back.
