Page 87 of Dragon’s Rebel

But they still wouldn’t give. And Zane’s dragon magic was having no effect.

Corwyn was burning the vines with magical fire, clawing his way out. Blaze threw a stasis spell at him, buying them a little time.

It wasn’t going to be enough.

Jean-Claude was withering the vines around him with an acid spell. The stench of burned, rotting leaves filled the air.

Blaze doubled down on the wards, pouring everything she had into weakening them. A little more…

There. “Now!” she shouted.

A huge grizzly bear burst out of Zane’s skin, shredding the wards. He roared.

Blaze felt the bonds around her melting away. They were keyed to Draken—pure Draken—not bears.

Corwyn knew about Draken, but he didn’t know shit about Wild Dragons.

Blaze and Zane ran for the terrace doors. They didn’t wait to open them—Zane’s bear just crashed right through the glass, and she followed in his wake. At the edge of the terrace he wrapped her in his huge furry forelegs, and jumped.

He Changed to dragon on the way down, cloaking himself and snapping his wings out to slow their descent.

Blaze, still cradled in his arms, tried to quiet her breathing. “Beary nice work there, partner.”

“Back atcha,” Zane said.

They were safe for the moment. But the danger was just beginning.