The man nodded and rolled Duncan over. “We can’t move him, so I will have to take care of him here,” the doctor told him.
Jordan winced at the injuries on his mate’s back. Blood was pouring out and Jordan prayed that he wouldn’t die from bloodloss. He wasn’t going to leave Duncan alone; the doctor would have to take care of Duncan right there in the middle of the heavy fighting. He ran his hands through his hair, worrying his bottom lip when he watched the doctor stick a medical tool into Duncan’s chest and arms, causing him to scream out in pain. He pulled out three bullets from one hole before moving on to the next, pulling out four more. Jordan’s stomach turned thinking that his mate was holding up against one of those super soldiers in such a state. The doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle and handed it to Jordan.
“Make sure he drinks that,” he ordered.
The liquid was clear, and he wondered what it was. “What is it?” Jordan asked.
“It’saconitum, it will counteract the toxins of the silver and make him heal quicker. But he will have to shift to speed up his healing.”
Jordan nodded and uncorked the bottle, he put it to Duncan’s lips, pouring the liquid slowly into his mouth and massaging his throat, forcing him to swallow. He sighed in utter relief when the doctor told him that the holes in Duncan’s back were starting to close up. He couldn’t lose the man he loved, not after they just found each other. The sound of metal clanging against each other, and animal growls brought him back to why they were there. He looked away from Duncan and scanned the room. He spotted Bronx, or what resembled his best friend, his face looked nothing like the handsome man he’d known for years. Anger written all over his face, blood running down his chin, his canines bared with one of his hands wrapped around the neck of the man he was fighting with.
Jordan looked away from Bronx and around the room just in time to see Ryland who was still in his human form fall to the floor with a gash in his chest. If he hadn’t been watching he wouldn’t have believed it. Blayze screamed in horror, seeing Ryland hurt before he shifted into a dragon and breathed fire at the hunter that had hurt Ryland. Jordan was taken aback as was everyone else, who started to run out of the room. Blayze’s form took up almost half of the room. Blayze let out a loud roar, and the sound was deafening, Jordan had to cover his ears to block out the noise. He kept his eyes on his friend who picked up Ryland’s lifeless body, as he flapped his powerful wings and flew out of the warehouse.
After watching Blayze leave, Jordan put his focus back to Duncan, who had shifted in the midst of everything that was going on with Blayze. Bright blue eyes were staring back at him. He smiled, leaning down and burying his face in Duncan’s soft black fur. Duncan whined and Jordan smiled, his mate was going to be fine. Jordan’s head snapped up quickly remembering the other thing that brought him back to the warehouse in the first place. His grandfather. He wanted to confront the man and find out why he was causing all of the chaos in the first place, but the man was nowhere in sight. He looked around the room, spotting Sebastian, Charlie, and Parker. They were rounding up a few of the hunters that hadn’t died or run when Blayze shifted into a big-ass dragon. There were also a few nyxians that were captured as well. Jordan got up and walked over to one of the captured nyxians and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.
“Where is he?”
The man knew exactly who Jordan was talking about, he didn’t miss the smirk on the man’s lips. “He’s long gone, and you won’t be able to find him,” he said right before he spat in Jordan’s face.
Jordan wiped his face off before elbowing the man in his chin, sending his head back. He released him and smiled. “Oops, my bad.” The man looked at Jordan as if he’d lost his mind and maybe he had, with the way his life changed in the course of a couple of months. He looked at the man with the bloody nose and sneered at him, feeling no sympathy. He walked back over to Duncan, who had shifted back into human and was sitting in the middle of the room looking around. He looked exhausted. Jogging over to his mate, he kneeled in front of him.
“How are you feeling?”
“Like someone decided to use my body as a fucking pin cushion.” Duncan snorted.
“Good. As long as you’re breathing then I’m good.”
“I need my clothes.” Duncan pointed behind him. “They’re back there somewhere.”
Jordan looked in the direction he pointed in and got up and jogged over to the column, seeing the black clothing thrown all over the place. He picked them up and brought them back over to Duncan, handing them to him. Jordan then helped him put them on, even though Duncan’s injuries were healed, Jordan knew he was still in pain.
“Where’s Ryland, I need an update on what’s going on.” Jordan winced and Duncan furrowed his brow, looking at Jordan. “What?”
“Do you want the good news or the bad news?”
“Just fucking tell me,” he sighed.
“Well, see there was this dragon and fire and then they were gone,” Jordan tried to explain, still not believing it himself.
“Wait! Did you say dragon?”
“Yup, I said dragon. Come, let’s get you home and I will explain everything to you. We can let Sebastian and the rest clean up here.”
“Okay,” Duncan said, holding out his hand, still looking at Jordan as if he’d lost his mind.
As they were walking to the door, Duncan leaned against him for supportjust as Bronx jogged over to them. Jordan felt guilty because throughout the entire thing, he didn’t think about his best friend, not even once. His focus was on Duncan and making sure that he survived. He hoped his guilt didn’t show on his face.
“Hey,” Duncan breathed. “What’s the status?”
“First, you could have told me you had a fucking draconem in your damn pack!” Bronx seethed.
“What the bloody fuck are you talking about?” Duncan shot back and winced, holding his chest.
Bronx stared at him as if he’d lost his mind. “Are you telling me you didn’t know that your fucking doctor is a draconem?”
“Wait, did you just say that Blayze is a dra…whatever you just called him?”
Bronx ran his blood-soaked hands through his hair. “How the hell didn’t you know anything like that, you can’t miss their scent!”
