Issa sat on the cold floor of the human camp courtyard. Her two children, Aries and Athena, were still tightened securely in her arms. The first thrill of joy at their sight was slowly mingling with the raw sting of reality. She was there, but she was not free. Not yet. But at least she was there for now.

"Mama," Athena asked, her voice tiny and soft, a little confused. "What's that on your neck?"

Issa stood still. Her breath caught in her throat. Without thinking, her hand reached out and ...