“Raine?” Dhusskaull frowns, unbelievably asking the next question before he’s forced to the ground by the dragon’s claw. “There are more of you?”
The dragon doesn’t answer. Of course he wouldn’t. Dhusskaull growls at himself internally, feeling like an i***t for even assaulting it with his words. The beast wasn’t speaking to him. Something else was… maybe even the voice from the ravine was… maybe he was simply going crazy. He had lost someone not even an hour ago…
Perhaps that’s what this was; grief.
“What do you mean, more of us?” he snarled, bearing his teeth to Dhusskaull. “More of who?”
Dhusskaull groaned as the ground hit his tender skin. It thundered beneath him and all at once he assumed the lightning would find him. It would rip through his heart, as gruesome a thought it migh
