The dragon rears back, however, blasting them to ash.
In a moment, my only fighters are wiped out.
I am left alone under the moon with civilians, an Omega, and a fae pet.
Hollow, I shake.
Could Aurelius truly do this to Freya? Any Alpha who harms their own Omega deserves death.
In fact, I have made it law.
I gasp, when Atticus drops from the sky above my Omega.
Immediately, the fae pushes Freya behind him. He splays his wings wide, as if to make himself look more intimidating.
Instead, Dove looks more like an angel who has fallen into hell.
He has balls, I admit.
Who is he, truly?
Dove’s ravens circle him, cawing furiously.
My stomach twists.
In the distance, the remaining dragons are now ranked around the pyramid. Then, as if at a command, they target their fire at the four limestone sides.
Iorderedmy people to hide inside the tomb. I promised that they would besafe.
And now, they will be burned alive because of me.
The spirits of my ancestors — all I have left of my family and royal line — will be gone.
I will be truly alone.
“No,” I whisper.
I don’t have time to protect…save…both my mates and the tomb.
How can I choose?
How can I…?
It’s not a choice.
I launch myself off Devil’s back, transforming into smoke and appearing in front of my nest mates.
I scan them.
Freya is shaking. Her chin is grazed, probably from the tumble off Shadow’s back. She is coated with dust, sand, and ash.
The ash of my people is clinging to her skin, as if it is the courting gift that I promised her.
I feel sick.
Dove’s feathers and hair are equally as dusted with ash.
“Lanlin…” Freya reaches for my arm, but I dodge away from her touch.
