This is quite a large facility, and they still haven't found the control room or Kayid yet.
So many of my people are here. “Help me get them out!” I say and we start to go into the rooms, releasing my fellow elves. Several of them are in bad shape. I push my healing into them, which is easier than doing it for other shifters. I can feel that something is off, but I don’t have time to figure out what it is. “Princess, what are you doing here?” Someone asks me. “I came looking for Yhendorn, I didn’t know they had captured so many of you. I was worried you were dead.” I say. “Some of us would have preferred dying to what we’ve experienced here.” Another says. He’s one that feels ‘off’ to me. “Have you seen Yhendorn?” I ask. “No, Princess. We have not seen our King.” One says and I hear someone suck in air behind me. I turn and see the Komodo dragon shifter. “You’re an elven princess?” He asks, his eyes wide. Avani has just come out of a room, carrying an elf. He hears the Komodo dragon and snarls at him, putting the elf down and cornering him against the wall. “Keep yo
I had a moment of pure terror when I saw that fire about to engulf Merethyl. I scooped her up and raced outside, thankful that the blast hit me and not her. Even for me, that was painful. I’m pretty sure my back is scratched, and my wings are probably torn. It hurt pulling them in, but it would have hurt worse landing on them. Now, as she straddles me, watching the blazing inferno behind us, I feel like I need to do damage control. So, I revert to what always works for me. Arrogance. When I make a joke about her wanting to be on top, she responds as I expect. She practically leaps off of me. If we were alone, I might have considered taking a more flirtatious approach, but we’re not and there are still many injured out here in the forest where they are easy targets for hunters. We get up and I move to find Kayid. He had been unconscious when Merethyl had found him. Since I had smelled his blood on the hunters, I’m not surprised. As a shifter, he may have advanced healing, but it’s no
The nerve of Naremyn, thinking that a dragon is meant to be tamed. I’ve heard of it being done in the past, and I also heard that dragons became nothing more than slaves to their riders. Elves, in particular, could not handle the power that came with claiming a dragon and they abused that power. I won’t allow that with Avani. I don’t know what is going on between us, and his arrogance irritates me like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, but I won’t allow one of my brethren to try and take away who he is, especially not Naremyn. He and his family have been after my family’s position as leaders of our elven troupe for longer than I’ve been alive. I know that the only reason he wants Avani is to gain the power he thinks would put him in a position to overthrow Yhendorn. I won’t stand by and allow that to happen. I’m surprised when Avani lets me pull him away without a fight. I take him into the forest where no one is around and turn to him. “Why didn’t you tell me you were injured?”
I realize my subtle attempts to see if Merethyl likes me, aren’t subtle at all. When she tells me she likes older men a lot, it actually has the opposite effect than what I was hoping. I had asked the question, hoping she’d say yes, meaning she liked me. But her response and the way she said it made me realize that my mate may have quite a bit of experience with older men. It immediately makes me jealous. No one touches what is mine. I watch as she strides away, full of grace and confidence. I need to get my jealousy under control. The potential that one of the elves in her troupe that are standing on the other side of this tree line from me may have touched my mate has me on the verge of shifting and roaring my claim over her. Not that it would matter. Elves can’t be claimed like that any more than a dragon can. I take a deep breath and walk out of the forest. Merethyl is already organizing her people to go back to their lands. I take the opportunity to go speak to the shifters. “Y
I love flying on Avani’s back. It’s like I was meant to be here. I can feel the wind blowing over my skin, taste the water particles in the air, feel the coolness of the clouds as we pass through them. I lean back, letting my fingers caress Avani’s back again. I’m so amazed at how his body is a dichotomy of hard versus soft. The scales are hard as stone. You can feel that they can’t be penetrated, and they lay over top of each other, giving him protection, like he’s wearing armor. But if you actually run your hands over the scales, you can feel the warmth, the muscle underneath. It’s very similar to Avani’s personality. Cold and hard on the outside, soft and warm on the inside, although I would never tell him that. He’d just deny it anyway. I feel Avani’s rumble under me and I sit up, looking around. We’re over the forest and I’m not sure, but I think he wants me to help him look for anyone that shouldn’t be here. He makes a couple of circles around the forest area before finding a
I took the opportunity while I was getting the dead elves out to the pyres made by Merethyl, to see if the bullets in their bodies matched the ones I saw in the hunters’ laboratory we just found. They don’t, which means, that while those hunters knew about this place and what happened here, they weren’t the ones to capture Mere’s brother and her brethren. Merethyl’s grief is palpable, and I knew that when it came time to say goodbye to her parents, she would struggle. One good thing about dragons is that we have good memories. Because her song was something that sounded like it came from the earth, I was able to pick it up easily, so on our final night of laying her dead to rest, when Mere couldn’t sing the words, I did it for her. Each night, after we’d send off the next group of dead, I’d curl up around her in the forest and we’d fall asleep. Tonight, as we lay here, I can tell that she won’t be able to sleep. I can almost hear the wheels turning in her head, keeping her awake. I
As he lifts us into the sky, I sigh. “So, you don’t like Naremyn either, huh?” I say to Avani. “Or at least, you don’t trust him? Probably good instincts.” I say and lay down on Avani’s back. I really love riding on him. The air up here is so clean and clear, the sky seems so much closer. Of course, Avani doesn’t answer me. Even if he did, I don’t speak dragon. It’s an ancient language, older even than the elves. So I lay there, thinking of our next steps. Avani said he had other places where we could search, coordinates he got from Ishir. I wonder how the tiger knows about these places. And I wonder if we’re going to one right now. I didn’t ask Avani where we were going, but he keeps insisting that he’s with me, so I trust that. I need to find Yhendorn. I need to find him before Naremyn tries to take over our troupe. I have no doubt that he’ll try to do that while I’m out looking for Yhendorn. And if it takes too long, Yhendorn will have to fight for his position once more. As t
I about lose my shit when I show up on top of the mountain. Merethyl is gone and these hunters arrive telling me to give myself up. When I see her climb up the mountainside in my peripheral vision, I feel like I can breathe again. The moment the leader tells them to get me, Merethyl and I are in motion. I realize we’ve fought together before, but it’s like we’ve been fighting together for years. I go for the leader, and she goes for the minions. I see Mere take the first one by surprise. She throws him off the mountain. By then, I’ve jumped on the leader. He has weapons and if he is here, knowing what I am, then it is likely that they will be able to hurt me. I grab hold of his gun with one hand, swinging him around so he’s facing away from me before grabbing him by the throat. I look to make sure the Mere is okay before extending my claws and ripping the leaders throat out. I take the gun out of his hand as he falls to the ground, and I aim it at the guy that just turned from Mere