Silver Solace by Iona Strom

Aggar:
Her face has haunted me ever since she wriggled out of my hold. I had returned, and my mission was to honor the human females who perished in the crash, scavenge what I could from the ship, and find the one who got away. Before I could catch her again, I was recalled. The settlement had fallen under attack, and my clan of exiles was on the move. Time was running out, and my spirit mate continued to evade me. Torn between duty and the pull of my spirit to hers, my ancillary heart won’t allow me to leave her behind.

Jane:
I had no memory of who I was or how I got here. I woke up strapped to a table surrounded by gray freaks with slashing mouths and bulbous heads. I got loose when we crash-landed. Now I was hiding, hoping my memory returned and trying to find a way off this broken-down spacecraft. Then he found me, the silver-haired one. He wasn’t like the others, but neither was he human. Something inside me called to him, but how could I trust a stranger when I was, also, a stranger to myself?