Sólas stood straight, showing off my blood that was already drying on his blue-tinged scales. "Good," he purred and strode out the door without a backward glance. I scooted away until my back was against the wall trying to make myself as small and uninteresting as I could. I curled up into a ball and laid my head on my knees, hiding my face. It was a childish move, the whole "if I can't see you then you can't see me," move, but it was where my mindset was at now. I couldn't move, didn't want to move. I knew deep down that if I moved, Sólas was going to come back and attack me once more. Without even realizing it, my body was shivering in tune with the swirling of my mind. -Mara. - Whispered a voice through the storm in my mind.I shoved it aside, knowing that it wasn't possibly Tohr. I had been hoping he would answer me for days now, there was no way he would do so right now. -Mara, open your mind to me, my little fyre. I am here. Open yourself to your mate. - The voice whispered
At that moment, I couldn't tell which was worse. Sólas willingness to use me to keep his people under his horrific thumb or Caylan's willingness to use me as a tool to begin his civil war. "Neither," I admitted resolutely. "I will not be used in such a manner. I don't care what you wish me for. I want to go home. I want to get back to Tohr and to a place where I am not an object to be used for war or death." "She has that right, Caylan. If we hold her here against her then we will be no better than Sólas," Ka'rina told Caylan. "Oh, I have no intention of making her stay here, little one. I am going to take her out front with the king. Tohr will demand retribution for her and when we lose this war. Sólas will be ousted by the royal decree, and we can start anew," Caylan stated. "Fine," I snapped in irritation. "Just take me to Tohr if that is what you wish to do. However, if you're hoping to start a war using my name, I will not help you in any way." "Can you not see that this is w
It was a bit comforting to know the telepathy didn't cross clan boundaries. With everything else that Sólas had done to, the fact that he couldn't read my mind was a great relief."Worry not," Ka'rina whispered to me. "We are taking you to your people." Ka'rina nodded to Caylan, letting him know that she agreed with whatever he was planning. Caylan's eyes shuttered as he looked behind us. I followed his gaze to see the blue warriors had gathered outside the door, taking up most of the landing at the top of the stairs. They were not drawing weapons, but I could tell by the tension around them they were ready to spring at Caylan's command.The warriors on the stairwell and below were all that were loyal to Sólas. They all stood arrogantly naked and proud, waiting for the blood they wished to spill. Everyone that stood behind us were the ones ready to free themselves of Sólas tyranny. They wore leather armor of blue and silver proudly displaying the colors of their tribes."Please tak
Erik pulled me against his chest and held me close as Treddian planted his feet, then let out a roar before shooting upward with a single hard flap.An accompanying roar went up from the warriors below. Like a choreographed, dance they parted so they could change without hindering each other. Moments after they took to the sky, the Sororians followed their leads. Treddian circled high above the valley just between the cold and the warm layer of air. He made sure to stay just out of range of the fighting yet close enough that he didn't freeze us out. I peeked around his horn, and my attention was immediately captured by the horrific sight. Though the sky was filled with both Golden and Blue Draygons, Tohr and Sólas were easy to spot. Tohr's Draygon shape was one of the largest, and the golden scales glinting the sun off perfectly. Sólas' was not as big as Tohr. Still, he was by no means small. The impacts of their forms against each other let out a sound like the crashing of thunder.
"Wake up, my little fyre, open your beautiful eyes so that I may see them," Tohr's voice roused me. I pushed my eyes open and squinted until he came into view. I smiled softly at his beautiful face that I had missed so much. He had only been gone for a short while; yet even in the short time, I seemed to have forgotten how handsome he was. I loved his eyes; they were always so beautiful and expressive. I couldn't wait to see the love in his eyes as he stared down at me and the happiness that would fill them when I told him that I wanted to be his forever.I opened my mouth to let everything roll out, but he covered it with his finger then replaced that digit with his lips, kissing me deeply. I could feel him marking my soul. His tongue swept inside and played with mine tasting me. I returned his kiss with all the passion and love that I kept inside of me. He moaned almost helplessly as if he understood my unspoken words.-My love. - His voice whispered through my mind. -Please, pleas
He pulled me into his arms, and his lips took mine once more, quelling my protests. His kiss was just as powerful and desperate as before, and I lost myself instantly in it. His fear of what could happen and his horror over what had happened combined and grew into a frenzied need to make sure I was okay. -Home… we need to be home now. - He growled in my head. His arousal and my own raised and clashed until I was beyond anything. Erik cleared his throat loudly, shattering the moment. Okay, well almost anything. We pulled apart and I hid my face in Tohr's neck. I breathed in his musky, masculine scent that was tinged with the smoky smell that always seemed to accompany his transformation.-I love you, Tohr. - I whispered into his mind, unable to hold it in any longer. -I know, little fyre. I heard you. Every time I heard you. You have my heart as well. - He replied. My heart swelled with joy, and I kissed his neck lightly, listening to his breath hitch, then turned to a hungry gro
The clunk of a coffee cup had me lifting my head from my notes that I had been pouring over for days now to no avail. When Erik had originally gone missing, I had found the answer to opening the portal in the dark, dusty library of a rural town in England. However, the notes had, once again, not given me any new information that I could use to reopen the portal before the ten years. That long wait had been extremely difficult. But now, with Tohr and everyone else that I had left behind added to it, the wait was nearly impossible. The last six months had been torture. I felt like a limb had been completely cut off, and just relearning to function was harder than anything else I had ever done.Unable to handle the mass amount of failure that I had achieved trying to find a way to open the portal, I had turned my attention to something else. Retracing our roots to find out if there was a possibility that we could have come from Draygons. My findings were extremely fascinating to me, and I
"Damn it, Mara. Who the hell taught you to hit like that?" he shouted in a nasal voice, still holding his nose trying to stem the bleeding. I shrugged almost bashfully. "Ummm, honestly, I think it was you." He grumbled under his breath and pulled a piece of cloth out of his back pocket. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt along with a pair of sneakers that I knew were not standard issue in Draygonia."What the hell are you doing here? How did you get here? Have you seen mom and dad? Are you here alone? What happened?" I began to fire off a list of questions as quickly as they appeared in my head. "Whoa," he replied, wiping his nose. "I'll answer all your questions in a minute. But first… let's get out of this library. Something is watching us, and that is the first thing we need to discuss." Unable to take my eyes off him, fearing he would disappear if I did, I pushed him out of the library and shut the door. The night air was cold and a bit misty. However, my nerves were still ting