Page 120 of Rescued By The Dragon

“I need you to bandage her up while I talk with Dad, please.”

Glendora asked no questions. She hurried toward the tall pantry cabinet, plucked a kit from the midst of the junk drawer, and ushered us toward the closest bathroom.

I sat Amara on top of the counter, pushing back her blonde hair and kissing her forehead. “Stay with Glendora once you’re finished. Do not wander the castle.”

“Ok.”

Glendora caught my gaze in the mirror, and I saw a soft smile on her face. I didn’t have time to question her intentions, I stalked toward my father’s office, finding the king of The East Kingdom inside.

“Shut the door, Dorran,” Dad said. “We need to figure this out, we can’t have wolves in our kingdom.”

“I don’t know,” I said, shutting the door with my foot. “We seem to have let everyone else inside.”

Dad scoffed. “Have you ever seen these sirens?”

I struggled to keep myself calm. “Yes, I don’t know how many times you need to hear it. They are coming regardless. We have to get the army prepared. I’m not tossing her out to defend herself.”

“No one believes in these sirens. I think you’re getting your tails ruffled for no reason,” Dad said. “Why haven’t we heard of them before son?”

The East Kingdom’s King lifted his gaze toward me. “Not to mention, how on Earth did you get the werewolves to agree to fight?”

“They owed me.”

Dad sighed heavily. “They need to leave. If the people of our kingdom find out about this, they will raise questions. I can’t deal with any more drama at the moment. I’m already trying to merge two kingdoms and find jobs for everyone—,”

“Where is Damien?” I asked suddenly.

Dad slowly stood. “Get them out by the morning, Dorran. I mean it—,”

I left him standing in his office while I ran upstairs toward Damien’s room. It was empty.

Mother stood at the doors to Dad’s office when I came back down, her face red with irritation. “Dorran!” she shouted. “You come back here and explain yourself to me. I need answers—,”

“Some foundation will cover up the red.”

Amara sat in a small foldout chair in the corner of the kitchen when I shoved through the doors. Her leg was bandaged well, while Glendora dried the dishes. “Have you seen Damien?”

She thought about it. “He’s been spending time in the warrior’s cabins.”

Offering Amara my hand, I lifted her into my arms. “Thank you, Glendora.”

“Wait, Dorran,” she said, pushing a strand of gray hair from her eyes. “You take care of her.”

“I will.”

Shoving each door open with my shoulder, I carried Amara out of the back and down the trail that led toward the cabins. Most of the lights were off since it was only a few hours before they woke for training.

I opened the doors with my boot, looking over the sleeping dragon shifters until I found my brother with them.

He startled awake and blinked until his eyes focused.

“Get up,” I hissed.

Damien dropped his head and groaned into his pillow. “What in the hell do you need? I’m attempting to earn our army's trust for you and your messed-up love story—,”

“What have you been doing this entire time, Damien? Playing warrior?”

His icy eyes narrowed to slits. “Busting my ass. That’s what I’ve been doing.”

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