Page 108 of Rescued By The Dragon

You don’t realize how desperate you are until someone you care about is threatened. I couldn't list the things I'd endure to keep Amara safe.

Even if it meant salivating werewolves.

I could feel their eyes on Amara, not that the man inside of me blamed them, but my dragon was on edge. He had ten different escape routes ready at all times.

Stopping at the edge of the woods, I turned to face Chandler and pushed Amara a few inches behind me. It was barbaric and unorthodox to be so protective of her, but I couldn’t help it.

Chandler lifted a quizzical eyebrow.

“I’m assuming you’ll all shift to get there faster? I’ll fly ahead if you can keep up.”

Chandler gave me a lazy look. “Of course, we can.”

Turning my back to him, I lifted Amara into my arms, watching the amazement on her face as she watched them shift over my shoulder. I didn't blame her, because it was fascinating to see someone shift, no matter the species. “Wow,” she whispered as they snorted and pawed at the ground. “I’ve never seen a wolf shift before.”

Adjusting her in my arms, I glanced back at Chandler’s huge wolf. The alphas were always bigger than the rest. His dark black fur shimmered in the sun. “Don’t be too amazed,” I whispered. “He can’t fly.”

Amara turned to look at me with a smirk. “Is this the part where I fan your ego?”

“I’d appreciate it.”

“I’m more of a cat person, anyway.”

Bending down, I shot into the air, keeping a low flying range so the wolves could stay close. The flight felt shorter on the way back, maybe because the hardest part was finished.

Now it was time to train them on a species with no knowledge about them.

Hopefully, Zerk had made leeway on the sirens.

It was early evening when we made it back. I landed at the base of the mountain where the cabins were located. My parents kept up every part of the kingdom because they couldn’t stand the thought of anything looking rundown on their watch.

Which was coming in handy for me.

The wolf pack scurried up seconds later and shifted into a herd of naked men. Amara dipped her head, ignoring the pork-fest in front of her. “These are the cabins. I’ll have dragons from the castle bring up food for you all. I think we need to rest and begin training tomorrow.”

One of the wolves snorted. “We don’t need to train.”

Chandler glanced over his shoulder. “We’ll train because we don’t know what thesethingsare capable of.”

“Make yourself at home. Do not stray into the kingdom. My father doesn’t know you’re here and I’m not sure how he will react. I don’t need a war before the real one begins.”

Chandler nodded. “Noted. We’ll stay here.”

“We’re up there if you need us. Just howl or ...whatever.”

Chandler chuckled. “We can make it up a mountain if we need to. Thank you for the hospitality.”

Leaving the wolves to themselves wasn’t what I wanted to do. If they stepped foot onto our kingdom they'd be in the same boat as Chandler all those years before. I’d send guards down to the tree line to make sure they didn’t wander over.

Wolves were very animalistic. Catching the scent of a female they liked would cause their wolves to go crazy.

Amara cleared her throat. “I’m hungry.”

“Me too. Let’s go.”

Amara’s smile slowly faded as her gaze caught something. I glanced over at Chandler’s Beta, Roan, staring daggers at Amara.

“Roan,” Chandler yelled, authority in his voice.

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