Dayanara moved closer to me, and Lyle came with her, still keeping a steady hand on her. Dayanara was on high alert as she held her hand in a defensive position.
Look at those eyes. There is no fear. Nothing. They know what we are and look how they stand there confidently. Dayanara’s voice entered my mind. Be ready for anything.
“Eira, to my flank,” the drangel barked. Her voice was cold and sharp, a whip-crack that brooked no delay.
The water dragon moved instantly, her feet a whisper over the bare ground. But before she could close the distance, Squall shot out a hand and snatched Eira’s wrist. His claws dug in, not to hurt, but to possess. To claim.
The air shimmered with a hot pulse of dragon magic, and for a moment, I thought he might shift right there and drag the whole cave down
