Page 104 of Rescued By The Dragon

His gaze shifted toward mine slowly, and he stepped back into the shadows, disappearing into the darkness.

Amara’s body jolted, and she fell toward the mountain. I caught her in my arms, noticing the fear on her face. She glanced around me, wrapping her hand around her mouth, she stared at the guards all waking from their slumber.

“What was that?” she whispered.

“That was the siren in you, Little Mouse.”

“I’m not sure I like it,” she said.

“I think it may come in handy.”

“Not against the sirens,” she said. “They can do the same thing.”

“No,” I said, gesturing for the guards to find their post. “It’s going to come in handy while getting our army to fight. One song from you and they’ll do anything you ask of them.”

“Fight the sirens until we win?”

“Exactly,” I whispered, walking her up the front steps and into the house. “You’re going to gather us an army all right, and not just dragons. I think we need to make a trip tomorrow before the sirens attach our kingdom.”

I placed her down on the floor. “A trip to where?”

“A pack,” I said. “A pack of werewolves that owe me a favor, and if they don’t want to live up to it, I think we’ll play a little karaoke.”

Amara blushed. “Sing in front of a pack of werewolves?” she asked. “I don’t have the nerve. I don’t even know how that happened just now. I just started doing it. Plus, wouldn’t it be wrong to force them to fight, Dorran?”

I played with a piece of her hair between my fingers. “I don’t see a problem with it?”

She frowned. “I don’t know.”

“Maybe we’ll just go and see. If you don’t want to do it then you don’t have to.”

“Thank you.”

“How about a nice night outside on the balcony with the fire going? I think it’ll relax you before our trip tomorrow.”

Amara looked nervous. I could feel it. But after what she just did on the mountain, I wasn’t sure that anyone stood a chance against her if she decided to sing.

I wasn’t sure who knocked me out of it. The mate bond most likely. The other guards were goners, and I hoped the werewolves were too.

The next morning, Zerk arrived bright and early with Amara’s drink. He had several books in a satchel over his shoulder.

Amara swallowed the drink quickly and stuck out her tongue.

Zerk chuckled, noticing our clothes, and he lifted a brow at me. “Where are you two going today?”

Bracing my elbows against the kitchen island, I watched as Amara made herself a cup of coffee. “Amara has a new power. Last night she sang and the entire guard detail, plus myself, went into a daze.”

Zerk lifted both brows. “That’s very impressive, Dorran.”

“It was. I guess it didn’t affect me like the others because of the bond. She didn’t even mean to do it.”

Zerk pulled out several books from his satchel. “So, where are you going with these newfound powers?”

“To a werewolf pack in The West Kingdom. Alpha Chandler owes me a favor, and if he backs out of it, Amara will help them make the right decision.”

“Dorran,” she hissed. “I’m not forcing them to fight.”

Zerk chuckled under his breath. “Alpha Chandler is a real asshole. If she doesn’t sing, I don’t think you’ll be coming back with backup.”

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