Page 121 of Rescued By The Dragon

“Get up, we need to talk to the head of the warriors. Where is he?”

Damien jerked the covers from his body. “It’s Gideon, and he has his own cabin. Why the rush?” he asked.

“I need to know that they are going to fight. Dad is adamant about getting the wolves that I brought over—,”

Damien grabbed a t-shirt from the floor. “You brought wolves into the kingdom?”

“I don’t think you realize what the hell is going on. They are going to kill us if we’re not ready—,”

Sirens rang from the castle that sent panic down my back. Amara sat up in my arms as all the dragons began to wake.

Disgruntled voices filled the room as dragons dressed and I took Amara toward the front doors. The sirens were ear-piercing and churned my stomach.

“Are they here?” she asked quietly.

Searching the land, I noticed the guards running toward something, and I didn’t think it was the wolves.

“I think so.”

I turned to go back inside when Gideon raced over, half-dressed with sleep in his eyes. “Dorran? Do you know what’s going on?”

Amara shifted and stared over my shoulder as Gideon approached. He was a giant dragon, older than me by a decade, with deep curious eyes and a shiny gray tint to his hair.

“Sirens are coming. I told my father but he didn’t believe me. There is a pack of wolves here to help.”

A strike of lightning hit the trees next to us, and a roll of thunder followed.

Gideon adjusted the sword in his holder, his gaze shifting over the land, and settling on Amara. “Are they here for her?”

Adjusting her tighter in my arms, I waited for him to suggest anything rash. “She’s my mate. I’m not handing her over.

Gideon glanced over his shoulder at the dragons filing out of the cabins. “Well then, Prince Dorran. Let’s protect her, shall we?”

Pride swelled in my heart. My father may be a yellow-belly but his army was not. “Warriors!” he said, turning to face the pack of dragons. “We’re fighting sirens tonight. We’re protecting Prince Dorran’s mate, Amara. If you see her hurting or cornered, you attack. Do not hesitate—,”

The heavy sound of rain and thunder masked my father’s arrival. His heavy palm slapped my shoulder. “We’re not fighting these sirens,” he said loudly. “Do you see what they brought us? We’re not fighting them,” he said. “I refuse to give up my army for one person. I can’t find some of my dragons. Where is Toby? I asked him to stay in the castle. Disobeying the King warrants punishment.

Gideon’s brows pulled down in confusion. “No disrespect, Sir, but this is Prince Dorran’s mate—,”

“No fighting,” he snapped, silencing Gideon. “I’m going to surrender.” He looked at me and shook his head. “I suggest you run with Amara.”

Chandler and his pack of wolves barreled into the field next to the cabins.

“You go back home, Wolf,” Dad said. “We’re not fighting these things.”

I felt Amara’s heart racing in her chest. She was afraid, and it sent a dagger into my stomach.

Dad shot into the sky, going to surrender my mate to that lunatic.

Chandler scoffed. “We’re not leaving unless you tell us to,” he said.

Amara maneuvered her way out of my arms and pressed her palms down her clothes to straighten them out. Putting up her hand, she stopped the rain and sighed. “Gosh, that was getting on my nerves,” she said, moving her wet hair from her forehead.

Gideon tilted his head. “You’re a siren?”

She nodded.

“And they are coming for you?”

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