Page 107 of Rescued By The Dragon

“We need your entire pack to prepare. There are cabins at the base of the mountain where I’m currently staying. If you can bring your pack there, we’ll train together and prepare for the sirens.”

Chandler nodded. “I need to inform my beta.”

He turned his attention toward the woods but didn’t move. I tugged on Dorran’s hand and gestured toward Chandler. “They have a mind link where they communicate with one another.” He pointed toward the woods and another male came running out.

I adjusted my gaze toward my feet again to keep myself from looking at his nakedness.

“Chandler,” the male said. “What’s going on?”

“Roan, this is Dorran and Amara.”

Bravely, I glanced up at his blue eyes which looked sheepishly at me.

“We are going to gather the warriors in the pack and go with them to The North Kingdom. They are being attacked by sirens—,

“What the hell?” Roan barked. “She’s a siren. I’m mated,” he hissed. “I feel a pull toward her. Get her away from me.”

Dorran slid me behind him and kept me covered from Roan’s heated stare. “She is a siren,” Dorran said. “She’s my mate and wasn’t raised with the sirens. She’s a hybrid. We need help—,”

“Chandler,” Roan said. “We can’t do this. My grandfather told me stories about sirens. They’re demons—,”

Dorran hissed something under his breath.

“Calm down, Roan,” Chandler said. “I owe Dorran. He saved my life in his kingdom. We’re going to help them.”

Roan became quiet, and I braved a glance around Dorran. He glared at me, his teeth barred and his lip snarled in frustration. “This is a mistake,” he hissed.

“Well, it’s my mistake,” Chandler snapped. “I’m the alpha. Go get the warriors, now.”

Roan left, and I felt Dorran relax.

“He’s never like this,” Chandler said. “He’s scared,” he mumbled, “we’ll be ready in thirty minutes. Feel free to make yourself at home. Though,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. “I don’t think the shewolves are happy Amara is here. Maybe staying outside would be best.”

Dorran turned to look down at me with hope in his eyes. “What do they think?” I asked. “That I’m going to jump on all of their men or something?”

“They’re already protective,” he said, lowering his voice. “And you just convinced their alpha to join us with a simple glance, Little Mouse. You’re more powerful than you realize. You need to understand all of your power. Not the trance, but the abilities you have hidden. They are going to save us when the time comes.”

Hundreds of wolves began to crowd the pack house within minutes. Having numbers would help us against the sirens, but I could feel the guilt settling in my stomach.

I prayed the sirens didn’t tear us apart.

I prayed these wolves were able to come back to their home.

Dorran rubbed his thumb against my wrist and brought my hand to his mouth. “Everything is going to be okay,” he whispered. “Werewolves are strong, and if I can get Zerk to find a way to block the siren’s mind control, we’ll be set to tear them apart.”

He glanced at Chandler as he approached with his pack.

“There is one thing I have to tell you before we start.”

“What’s that?” Chandler asked.

“Evian, their ruler, he’s mine.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Dorran

This wasn't the best idea.

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