“I’m not waiting to find out!” Pulling in a sharp breath and holding it, I hurl my Threads at them.
Dust rips up as my magic tears forward, but the light distorts around the pair a second before it hits and the impact slams into their shield.
“Well, I guess that answers your question.” I say, my muscles coil as I throw again, this time it hits hard enough to splinter their shield apart, throwing both figures off their feet and sending them crashing into the dirt.
“Let me through.”Cal growls, but before I even have time to reply the ground lurches beneath me as the red dragon smashes into the clearing beside the green, their black eyes pinned on us.
Adrenaline races through me, sharpening every nerve, every instinct preparing for the next attack. But a heartbeat later, JC slams down, planting herself between us and them, then dropping her head low and unleashing a bone-rattling roar that forces both dragons to retreat a step.
She’s at least twice their size.
But still.
Two against one.
“Here!” The father yells behind me and I risk a glance back to find him holding a pine-nut sized piece of metallic stone.
The draconite.
Oh, thank fuck.
Lifting his arm, he goes to throw it.
“No!” I grab his wrist just in time. “It’s too small. You won’t get it far enough.”
“Take it then.” He begs. “Use your magic, blast it somewhere.”
“I can’t, my Threads would just move straight through it.”
His face hollows out as his gaze darts between his son, Serrane’s dragons and the two robed figures now staggering upright.
“We need to do something.” Luc demands. “We can’t just stand here. Let Cal through.”
My mouth opens, but before I can answer, one of the white-robed figures throws his arm wide, sending a barrage of rockshurtling toward us. Every muscle in my body locks as I move on instinct, blasting them back the way they came.
"Yes. Let me through," Cal snarls.
“If I shift now, I risk exposing them while I transition.”I bite out as JC releases another roar.
Serrane’s dragons are on either side of her now, snapping at her wings and driving her backwards.
“We don't have a choice.”
I curse under my breath, but he’s right.
If I stay like this, trying to hold everything together, eventually something’s going to break.
Exhaling, I relax my guard, but the second that familiar heat floods my veins, the father shifts behind me.
“I love you.” I hear him murmur.
Shutting down Cal, I twist around just in time to see him planting a kiss on his son's forehead.
“Richard, no!” The mother screams.
Too late.
Clutching the draconite in his fist, he spins and sprints.
