Page 115 of Rescued By The Dragon

“That’s it,” Chandler said, grabbing the back of his neck. “Back to the cabins. I’m finished with you today.”

Roan moved out of Chandler’s grip and stalked toward the cabins.

Amara watched him go with a sad look on her face as if she wanted to change his opinion.

Chandler cleared his throat. “Why don’t we do a little training and I’ll deal with him later. I don’t know what is wrong with him.”

Amara nodded softly. “Sure. I’m not sure how to train,” she said to me. “What am I doing?”

“You’re going to try and use your powers on them, gently, so they can see what you can do, and know how to defect it.”

Amara looked weary, and before Chandler tried to console her, I lifted her chin with my fingers. “You’ve got this, Little Mouse.”

Chandler lined his guys up while I tugged on Amara’s ponytail. “Are you afraid of Roan?”

“I’m afraid he’s right,” she said. “These powers, I don’t know what I’m doing. If he’s right, I’ve made Chandler agree to this and he never would have before. I’m afraid I’m going to do something bad.”

“Power can be scary,” I said. “So we need to try and practice so you’ll at least know what you can do.”

She looked skeptical as she turned to face the wolves. “I’ll give it a shot.”

Amara took slowly to using her powers and tried to channel her frustration. Her swiftness with each skill grew as the day went on.

Chandler seemed to take most of the hits. Maybe she was trying to knock that trance out of him, either way, he did a great job with her speed. It took him a while to dodge them completely, but he did it.

I walked over after what felt like four hours as she lifted one of the wolves from the ground as he struggled to break free, finally hitting the ground after several minutes.

She fell to all fours and laughed hysterically.

I lifted her into my arms and her body went limp in my arms. “You need to rest. You did amazing today.”

Seeing her sweet face made my dragon pissed that we would need her to fight when the time came. I wanted to put her in the tower of our castle and lock her there. She didn’t deserve any of this.

None of us did.

Letting her fight would take a lot of patience and strength.

She’d never fought before.

Was I tossing her into the lion’s den?

Chandler walked over and swiped the sweat from his forehead. “How many sirens are there?” he asked.

“I’m not sure.”

Chandler looked over his shoulder at the wolves splayed out resting from Amara’s assault, and then back to me. “We’re screwed.”

Amara rested her head against my shoulder and sighed.

I had to beat this asshole for her. For us.

Swallowing, I shifted Amara in my arms. “I’m going to check with my brother today. I’m hoping he’s pulled more dragon warriors to fight with us.”

Chandler pushed his fingers into his dark hair. “Tell him the more the merrier. We’re going to go eat and rest. Are we meeting after lunch?”

“No,” I said. “Amara is tired. She needs to rest—,”

“I’m fine,” she said.

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