Page 114 of Rescued By The Dragon

I wanted them well-rested and fed.

“There is a field about half a mile that way,” I said, gesturing my head toward the right. “It’ll be more room and discreet.”

I started through the group of wolves, making my way toward the field, when Chandler whistled for them to follow us. “Tell me again why your father can’t see us?”

“He doesn’t know you’re here. He doesn’t want to fight the sirens. Same as your Beta.”

Chandler nodded. “Seems a bit cruel to the soon-to-be king. He could at least attempt to protect his daughter-in-law.”

“Yeah, well, welcome to the family, Chandler. It’s all politics to them.”

“I can’t imagine ignoring my mate for politics,” he said.

“Do you have one?” I asked.

“No, haven’t found her yet.”

This pissed my dragon off. Without a mate, he had no reason not to lust after Amara. Not that I thought he would cross the line, but Amara didn’t understand the strength of her powers. She intrigued him.

We made it to the field shortly after. Some of the wolves shifted and ran circles around the space, sniffing it out for any intruders. Chandler stopped in front of me. “Our witch doctor informed me of some things we’re up against, and to be honest, it’s not pretty. Sirens have abilities that are rare, and blinding. Some have the same powers, and others don’t. We have no way of knowing until they get here.”

The shadow of a dragon drew over us. Toby hovered above us for several seconds before he dropped her.

My first initial instinct was to catch her, but when I jumped up to grab her, she disappeared. My stomach dropped, and by the look on Toby’s face, I wasn’t the only one shocked.

“You’re dead,” I said.

Toby landed beside me with his palms up, and I grabbed his t-shirt in my palm. Fear shook through him. “Why on Earth would you drop her—,”

“Dorran,” Amara’s voice came from beside me. “Calm down. It’s fine. He was joking.”

Toby swallowed. “I’m sorry. She tripped me earlier and I assumed she could catch herself—,”

“What if she couldn’t, Toby? You could have hurt her.”

My dragon wanted to wring his neck in my palms.

Amara grabbed my forearm, pulled down and I met her gaze. Calmness came over me. “I’m fine.”

“Did you just disappear?”

She smiled as if she was pleased with herself. “I did.”

I touched her jaw, seeing the cuts on her face had finally calmed down and weren’t as angry this morning.

“What happened to your face?” Chandler asked.

She lowered her gaze to her feet. She was insecure about the scars.

“It happened last night,” I answered for her. “The leader showed up and they had a little spat. I think when he comes back next time he’ll bring the entire army.”

I looked over at Roan. “What do you know about sirens?”

Roan shifted and kept a good distance from Amara. “They are limitless and will make you do things you don’t want to do.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” Amara said.

“You’ve already proved you will. You’ve done it to Chandler—,”

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