The Marked People

The Marked People

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Humans were the species they'd been looking for. Humans would save their own race from pain. With earth long ago taken over by aliens known as the Marked People, the remaining humans have two choices. 1, become a slave or 2, hide and fight for survival. Indigo had always preferred option two but after being captured, she's having a hard time accepting her new life. Rebellion is in her blood and she's not about to stop now. Which is why she attracts the attention of a particular Marked Person. Phoenix, son to one of the Marked People's most powerful families. But Indigo doesn't want to be prey anymore, she'd prefer to hunt. After all they were the ones who turned her into an experiment and no one knows what they've unlocked in her. Indigo is only just learning how twisted the world is. With allies coming from unexpected places, her goal for freedom might not be as straightforward as she first thought.
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