MayThe scent of hot pizza grease permeated the air as I juggled the three large boxes stacked in my arms. My stomach rumbled impatiently, eager to dig into the cheesy feast I had picked up on my way back to the dormitories. Training exercises always left me starving.As I turned down the lamp-lit cobblestone path leading towards the old converted monastery that now served as living quarters, a flurry of activity near the entrance gave me pause. Guards streamed out the heavy oak doors, shouting to one another as they took off in different directions. Curious, I pressed myself into the shadows of a nearby archway, watching the chaos unfold."Fan out and search the south gardens!" one of the officers barked. "She can't have gone far." The troops dispersed rapidly into the night.She? I wondered who they could be looking for at this late hour. My mind jumped to Lena and Freya being kept in the guest quarters upstairs. Had one of the women tried to slip away unnoticed? Deciding to get to
HunterA pounding ache behind my eyes greeted me as consciousness reluctantly returned. I pried my gritty eyelids open with a groan, sunlight streaming in from the open curtains piercing like daggers. How long had I lain here tossing and turning, tormented by lingering memories of HER?Lena's whispered pleas and roaming hands refused to grant me peace, even in sleep. The temptation she presented haunted me endlessly. To possess her lush curves fully, if only for a night...With a growl, I threw off the sweat-dampened sheets. Such foolish fantasies only weakened my resolve. I would not so easily discard principles for lust. The girl was a means to an end - securing the dragon'sbond through union. That crucial alliance must remain my sole focus.My body ached from lack of true rest, but further idling brought no solutions. I rose mechanically to wash and dress for the day ahead. Philip awaited with the car already running when I emerged, sharp eyes discreetly taking in my disheveled app
Lena's POV Sweat beaded my brow as I tossed fitfully in the tangled sheets. Every nerve felt hyper-aware, attuned to some unseen energy pulsing just out of reach. I should feel relief after last night's brush with disaster, yet my blood still simmered with an unnamed craving.Pressing my palms to heated cheeks, I forced myself to breathe slowly. This unnatural feverishness must be some delayed reaction to trauma, I reasoned. Surely it bore no relation to HIM.But closing my eyes brought only visions of stormy grey eyes narrowing dangerously, strong hands crushing mine in warning, the heat of his breath stirring my hair... Arousal coiled tight and low at the memories.I sat up with a gasp, hugging myself against the ghostly echoes of his touch. What strange power had he awakened in me? I had resisted him, yet my body seemed to recognize something primal in his possessive claim. A hidden bond beyond rational understanding.A brisk knock interrupted my troubled thoughts. I called for th
LenaThe lingering scent of sandalwood surrounds me as I twist restlessly beneath the silken sheets. Sleep remains frustratingly out of reach, replaced by feverish dreams I cannot escape. Dreams of stormy eyes and strong hands claiming me, stoking an ache no balm or tonic can soothe.With a frustrated groan, I fling back the covers and rise to pace the moonlit room. My body still thrums with unwanted heat at the memory. Much as I despise the man for treating me as some prize to be won, I cannot deny the attraction simmering dangerously between us now that I am aware of its intoxicating power. Like recognizing a craving you never knew lay dormant inside you.Is this base desire my destiny as dragon keeper, to be chained by blood to the ambitions of Aldorian men? The texts spoke of ancient bindings between keeper and commander meant to unify our kind against common foes. But now those arcane ties have become shackles of subjugation.I pause by the open window, letting the cool night ai
HermesThe sun's first light filtering into the cave rouses me from troubled dreams. Scar's massive scaled body rises and falls rhythmically beside where I lay nestled against his warmth, lost in the memories haunting me.Lena's panicked screams as the Aldorians swarmed, tearing her from Scar's back. Her desperate pleas for aid as they shackled and dragged her away. I woke up gasping.I turned to see Scar's dragon still asleep, he has been consumed by vengeful madness since Lena's disappearance, lashing out wildly in his grief. Only my calming presence kept him tethered enough to function at all. But the wounds ran soul-deep for us both.A rumbling groan signals Scar stirring fully awake. One golden eye cracks open to fix on me broodingly. Sorrow and fury churn there in equal measure. I reach out and lay a comforting hand along his scaled brow."Another dawn, brother. Our time will come." My murmured vow seems to soothe his restless spirit. Scar bumps his head against me with a resign
Lena The chill night air raises goosebumps along my bare arms as I pace the balcony restlessly. Far below, the twinkling lights of the sleeping city mock my own restless inability to settle. In the east, the full moon's pale glow crests the jagged horizon, casting twisted shadows across the stronghold's imposing silhouette.Somewhere within those dark halls, the man awaits my decision. The man whose ambitious gaze both unsettles and intrigues me, though I resent his audacity thinking any but I can dictate my fate.Hunter would see us bound eternally, fates shackled in unbreakable union. And yet... my rebellious heart remains deaf to wisdom's cautious counsel. What true harm if I play his game of courtship a short while? The rules may yet favor me.Tomorrow's dawn brings opportunity to set terms of engagement. Hunter's occult knowledge complements my own incomplete understanding of the ancient bond linking dragon flesh to mortal souls. Together, surely those mysteries may finally yiel
Hunter I cursed under my breath as I tugged at the uncomfortable tie around my neck, climbing into the back of the military transport truck that had arrived to pick me up from in front of the restaurant. I watched sadly as Lena's car drove away into the night, a part of my heart longing to stay with her instead of leaving. But no, Jack and May would be enough to take care of her. My third-in-command, old man Scott, climbed out of the truck with a pronounced limp. Due to his bad leg and advancing age, Scott had retired years ago. But in desperate times like these, desperate measures were called for. He had served loyally under my father, and when my father passed away, Scott graciously offered to stay on as my third-in-command and assistant. As the truck rumbled through the dark streets, Scott briefed me about the situation. I felt a strange sense of déjà vu, reminding me of the attack I had led on Valor a month ago to free Lena from Frost's clutches. And now here Frost was, back ag
HunterScott shepherds me impatiently past the rows of wounded when I unconsciously slow my steps. The raw misery reflected on battered faces inexplicably transfixes me. But my companion's gruff commands recall discipline and direction, leaving no space for paralyzing empathy. There are always more sacrifices. Keep moving forward, or their loss becomes meaningless.In the cramped back corner that serves as makeshift command post, Jack looks up wearily from his hunched position over the rickety table. His youthful features are smudged with grime and gore, eyes red-rimmed from the day's endless smoke and horrors. But at sight of us, some of the dull defeat flees his expression."Commander, you're back! When we got separated in the firestorm, well..." He trails off awkwardly, likely imagining my charred corpse lost amidst the greater carnage. I manage a thin smile, clasping his shoulder briefly in reassurance despite crippling fatigue."Not rid of me yet. Now, report. Have we final casua