them.
Trent tapped his temple. “I just talked to Duncan. He’s going to arrange for a ride for us. The Harpies have thinned out some, so it will be a little safer. Plus, the spell never said anything about us having to climb down, only that we had to climb up.”
Lester let out a sigh of relief. “Smart boy. I don’t think we would survive a trip down.”
No sooner had those words left his mouth than a Harpy came swooping out of nowhere. She caught Trent by the centre of the chest and sent him flying off the top of the mountain.
“Trent!” Lester called out as he stared over the edge.
He looked around frantically to see if any of the other dragons were coming, but they hadn’t seemed to notice. That only left one choice—him. Taking a deep breath, Lester jumped. He only hoped that his dragon didn’t fail him when he needed him.
Mick had promised that Lester’s dragon would come when he needed it the most and if there was any such time it was now. Not only was Lester’s life depending on it, but so was Trent’s. Plus, he was willing to bet the scrying bowl wouldn’t survive the fall, either.
As the ground started to get closer, Lester could feel panic begin to set in. Oh boy! Maybe he’d really fucked up this time. But just as he was getting ready for the final big splat, he felt it—the transformation.
It wasn’t painful like he’d expected. Actually, it was a pleasant sensation, like a million bubbles dancing over his body. It only lasted a second and he was in his dragon form.
He didn’t even have time to revel in the fact that it had worked. Instead, he reached out with his front talons and gently caught Trent before he fell to the ground. Lester then had to bank to the left to avoid the small group of Harpies that was still left. He opened his mouth and made sure to blow fire at them. Only his fire was a strange green instead of the normal red and orange of the other dragons. It must have been hotter, too, because it didn’t just burn the Harpies, it melted them on the spot.
They all began to help the dragons fighting with the sorcerers on the outside of the cave. While there were just a few of those baddies left, Lester decided to use his fire on them, as well. It had the same effect.
“What. The. Fuck. Was that?” Maddox breathed out, so stunned he dropped his sword and took a few steps back.
Mick shifted back to his human form and grinned. “That’s my mate.”
They all shifted back to their human form, Lester being the last of them. The first words out of his mouth were, “What colour was I?”
Maddox pointed to the pile of sorcerer goo and said, “You did that and you want to know what colour you were while in dragon form?”
“Of course, I’ve always wondered if I could transform what I would look like.” Lester shrugged.
Mick gave him a big hug. “You were purple, with a black streak down your back, and you were beautiful.”
Maddox wasn’t done with the green flame, though. “Dude, how in the hell did you do that thing with the fire?”
Trent went closer to the sorcerers and studied them, showing that he was much braver than most of them, because the stench was pretty strong. “I think it’s because Lester has magic in his blood, too. It gives him an extra boost.”
“Which makes him one kick-ass weapon for our side,” Maddox surmised.
“It will also make him hunted as hell,” Brian said grimly.
Lester’s stomach dropped at his brother’s prediction, because he knew it was true. Once word got out of a dragon who also could wield magic, he would be the bull’s-eye of everyone’s target. It wouldn’t just be sorcerers, either—every paranormal creature out there would want a piece of his ass and not in a good way.
“They’ll have to get through me first,” Mick said through their link.
“That’s what I’m afraid of. I don’t want you to get hurt on my account.”
“Well, too bad. You’re stuck with me for life now. That’s how it works with
Trent tapped his temple. “I just talked to Duncan. He’s going to arrange for a ride for us. The Harpies have thinned out some, so it will be a little safer. Plus, the spell never said anything about us having to climb down, only that we had to climb up.”
Lester let out a sigh of relief. “Smart boy. I don’t think we would survive a trip down.”
No sooner had those words left his mouth than a Harpy came swooping out of nowhere. She caught Trent by the centre of the chest and sent him flying off the top of the mountain.
“Trent!” Lester called out as he stared over the edge.
He looked around frantically to see if any of the other dragons were coming, but they hadn’t seemed to notice. That only left one choice—him. Taking a deep breath, Lester jumped. He only hoped that his dragon didn’t fail him when he needed him.
Mick had promised that Lester’s dragon would come when he needed it the most and if there was any such time it was now. Not only was Lester’s life depending on it, but so was Trent’s. Plus, he was willing to bet the scrying bowl wouldn’t survive the fall, either.
As the ground started to get closer, Lester could feel panic begin to set in. Oh boy! Maybe he’d really fucked up this time. But just as he was getting ready for the final big splat, he felt it—the transformation.
It wasn’t painful like he’d expected. Actually, it was a pleasant sensation, like a million bubbles dancing over his body. It only lasted a second and he was in his dragon form.
He didn’t even have time to revel in the fact that it had worked. Instead, he reached out with his front talons and gently caught Trent before he fell to the ground. Lester then had to bank to the left to avoid the small group of Harpies that was still left. He opened his mouth and made sure to blow fire at them. Only his fire was a strange green instead of the normal red and orange of the other dragons. It must have been hotter, too, because it didn’t just burn the Harpies, it melted them on the spot.
They all began to help the dragons fighting with the sorcerers on the outside of the cave. While there were just a few of those baddies left, Lester decided to use his fire on them, as well. It had the same effect.
“What. The. Fuck. Was that?” Maddox breathed out, so stunned he dropped his sword and took a few steps back.
Mick shifted back to his human form and grinned. “That’s my mate.”
They all shifted back to their human form, Lester being the last of them. The first words out of his mouth were, “What colour was I?”
Maddox pointed to the pile of sorcerer goo and said, “You did that and you want to know what colour you were while in dragon form?”
“Of course, I’ve always wondered if I could transform what I would look like.” Lester shrugged.
Mick gave him a big hug. “You were purple, with a black streak down your back, and you were beautiful.”
Maddox wasn’t done with the green flame, though. “Dude, how in the hell did you do that thing with the fire?”
Trent went closer to the sorcerers and studied them, showing that he was much braver than most of them, because the stench was pretty strong. “I think it’s because Lester has magic in his blood, too. It gives him an extra boost.”
“Which makes him one kick-ass weapon for our side,” Maddox surmised.
“It will also make him hunted as hell,” Brian said grimly.
Lester’s stomach dropped at his brother’s prediction, because he knew it was true. Once word got out of a dragon who also could wield magic, he would be the bull’s-eye of everyone’s target. It wouldn’t just be sorcerers, either—every paranormal creature out there would want a piece of his ass and not in a good way.
“They’ll have to get through me first,” Mick said through their link.
“That’s what I’m afraid of. I don’t want you to get hurt on my account.”
“Well, too bad. You’re stuck with me for life now. That’s how it works with
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