Arrivals and Ambassadors

Havermouth, Present Time

As Sigrid reached the street, she heard screaming. She broke into a run and arrived at the edge of the bridge, where the dragon had landed, at the same time as a half dozen werewolf soldiers. Civilians, caught by surprise and with the very natural reaction of panicked fear by a dragon landing in their midst, cowered back against the shopfronts.

“Stand down!” Sigrid yelled as she came to a stop between the soldiers and the furred dragon. She held out her hands, palm forwards. “Stand down, soldiers. This an ally.”

“It’s a fucking giant winged wolf,” one of them yelled back. “What the actual fuck?”

“It’s Jules Edison,” she told them firmly. “A hybrid.”

She felt the current of air moving and the familiar pull of her mates and was not surprised when they ran down the street, a blur too fast for the humans to see, coming to a standstill before her.

“Please don’t point your guns at our pregnant mate,” Greg’s polite request was belied by the tightness in his tone and