Mate?
That whisper of dragon voice was like hearing a symphony of angels sing that word. I wanted to hear it again.
You need to get out of the way and let the zombies break the ties to the ley line,I said in a rush.
The briefest pause as dragon-Jacob considered my warning.
Yes. This should work exactly as planned.When we have defeated this foe, you have a lifetime with me, mate. I will sing to you, as our Jacob does.
Then our bond was shelved again, while the dragon focused on what it had to do. And I had a mini-heart attack imagining being sung to by a dragon.
I legitimately needed to live long enough for that.
A rumble of menace trickled through my head and I realized the dragon did not like me talking about my mortality.No death. Promise.
A promise I really hoped I could keep.
37
Jacob Compass
This bastard was preternaturally strong, fast, and cunning—more than any other being we’d fought before. We battled him for some time, not getting anywhere really, as he continued to slip through our grasp. Foreign magic rushed across my scales, at the same time Braxton snarled.
What's happening down there?he asked.
Magic,Tyson's dragon rumbled back.They reversed the tethers to the dragon.
Before any of us could ask further questions, the line of death that had been spanning across the desert started to move.
They were flying, heading straight for us.
What the fuck?Maximus growled.Are we supposed to fight them too?
Before anyone could answer, Justice's voice pushed past the barriers I'd lightly erected between us to hide the extent of my injuries. She warned me to just get out of the way.
As I moved, so did my brothers—their mates having warned them too.
We would heed their advice and give this new spell a chance to work.
I dropped down a few feet, my wings stretched broadly so it was more of a casual glide along the air currents. I'd gotten a handle on my dragon fast, all the while still existing as two separate entities. The fact that our minds were often so distinct from each other was not the same way my brothers claimed their shifter side, but it worked for me and my beast.
Brothers.The dragon was mourning, as was I, the loss of the bond between us.
It’s not gone.This was from Braxton, and he was partially right.
Something remained, but it didn’t feel the same.
We’ll get back there,Tyson rumbled.We are more than the loss.
I agreed, but first we had to survive and destroy this new enemy that threatened us.
Senses on high alert, I braced myself, wings barely moving as I hovered. The zombies were fast, zooming toward their target.
They wield much power,Tyson noted.I've never seen anything like it.
My dragon wanted to attack the unnatural energy they held. Thankfully, it was only a split second we had to endure their presence—cold dead energy trailing down my spiked spine in the most unnatural of ways. My dragon wanted to blast them from the sky, remove the taint of theirothernessbut rationality remained and we let them continue on to the wild beast.
I've never felt energy like that,Braxton rumbled.
