It’s not fast enough though.
“Stop!” Someone behind us yells.
“The Hunt,” the supernatural says. “We must run. There are too many of them.”
“You got it,” Coen grins. He shifts within the blink of an eye, swings his tail, knocking over the first wave of soldiers coming for us as Raiden spreads his wings and lifts the shocked supernatural up onto Coen’s back, and I scramble up as well.
Coen leaps into the air.
We were trying to remain stealthy so that we could escape, but since they’ve clearly found us, there’s no point anymore, and Coen in his dragon form is formidable.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve ridden a dragon,” the supernatural mutters. His eyebrows draw down in frustrated confusion as he adds, “At least, I think it has.”
His words are confusing, but we don’t really have the time to delve into their meaning right now.
Standing up on Coen’s back as he flies higher into the sky, I grin as I see Raiden dodging and diving the magical shit being thrown at him, all with a giant smile on his face.
Using my magic, I grab hold of the spell thrown at us and then throw it back. Raiden, the supernatural, and I are all whooping and laughing when it explodes on impact, scattering the soldiers.
“Portal up ahead!” Raiden yells, and I glance over my shoulder. Sure enough, there it is.
I glance at the grinning supernatural as he watches the chaos beneath us unfold.
“I’m sorry, man, but it looks like we’re out of time. You’re going to have to come back to our place, and we can figure it out from there!” I shout over the sound of the wind and explosions.
The supernatural opens his mouth, but whatever he was going to say is swallowed in an instant as we all get pulled through the portal.
As we come out of the other side, I roll, taking the impact of the landing on my shoulder and groaning.
“Apparently, going through portals makes me shift back,” Coen says casually from the floor, staring up at the trees as he breathes heavily.
“It’s a good job, I think Neith and House would have had something to say about it if you flattened a load of trees,” Raiden points out with a smirk.
Coen gasps and puts his hand on his chest, “Are you calling me fat?”
“That’s what I heard,” I tease with a grin.
A low chuckle has me remembering that we brought the supernatural through the portal with us, and that he’s probably freaking out and or thinking that we are absolutely insane right now.
Coen
Ransom looks over at the supernatural and smiles, “Sorry, man. Are you okay?”
“I’m sorry, I cannot carry on calling you dude or random guy in my head. What’s your name?” Raiden interrupts.
To be fair, it’s been driving me slightly crazy as well. It’s strange because I get why Ransom wanted to go and make sure that he was okay. When I saw him in that contraption, one that I am far too familiar with, I wanted to do what Ransom did, and I would have done it myself if it were a skill that I had, as it was, I almost used my fire.
There’s something about him that feels familiar, which is odd, but I’m clearly not the only one who feels that way, so I’m just going to go with it for now. He’s incredibly strong, even in his weakened state, and he’s got the same kind of violence surrounding him, or at least it’s very similar to the way that violence surrounds Ransom. It’s different from normal violence, it’s darker, more feral. Less controlled.
The supernatural scrubs his hand across the back of his neck and replies, “I don’t know.”
Thinking that I’ve missed something vital while I was lost in my thoughts, I ask, “You don’t know what?”
He shrugs, “My name. I lost my memory. The first thing I remember is waking up in the Hunt’s cells. I don’t know my name, where I came from, how I ended up in the Hunt’s cells, I don’t even know how old I am.”
“Well, shit,” Raiden curses. “How long ago did you find yourself in the cells?”
“Probably around forty years ago, give or take a few years,” he replies, his eyebrows dipping down over his uniquely purple eyes. “I don’t even remember getting captured, although my body was broken enough that I had to have put up a fight. I escaped at some point, and I’ve been on the run and alone ever since.”
