Page 40 of Wild Wolf

I had no idea what Vard had done to make the piece of shit I’d known in Darkmore into this terrifying beast, but I did know that we were wasting time here with him.

“I have this place ready to collapse,” Ethan said. “As soon as we’re clear we can bring it all down on that motherfucker’s head.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I agreed. “Sin – jump!”

The Belorian which was Sin twisted its head in my direction, slammed its pincer into the side of Gustard’s monstrous face then took a running jump in our direction, shifting as he did so into his Harpy form, long, white hair flowing down his back.

He sailed over our heads and I threw a shelf of rock out over the hole before us, containing Gustard in the bowels of the building before turning and running in the direction Roary and Cain had taken.

Ethan kept pace with me and Sin landed, shifting back into himself to run with us as well. He was butt naked, having lost all of his clothes when shifting into the Belorian but his bouncing cock was the least of our concerns at the moment. The talian corvid that had been with my Incubus followed close, squawking as if urging us on.

“This is the most fun I’ve had in years,” Sin cooed, tipping his head back and howling in a good impression of a Wolf.

I howled with him, Ethan joining us as we let the others know we were coming.

I coughed as the smoke rose around us, the corridors blurring around me, concealed within the blackness. Sin threw a hand out, casting a strong wind to blow it away from us and I sucked in a ragged breath of clean air with relief.

“Look,” Ethan said, pointing at a hole in the roof big enough to admit a-

“Shit,” I hissed as a bronze Dragon swept through the sky overhead, blotting out the sight of the moon for a moment. The moonlight glimmered off of the beast’s immense body, illuminating a man who was clutched in its claws. Vard. And I had to assume that golden glow against his chest was Roary’s Lion still clutched in his arms.

“I can take him,” Sin said, grinning wickedly and cracking his knuckles.

“You think you can take on a Dragon the size of a fucking bus?” Ethan asked, not bothering to hide his disbelief.

“A bus?” Sin chortled. “How about two buses and a bonus elephant?”

“What?” Ethan questioned but hope sparked in my chest as I realised what he was suggesting.

“Your Lionel Acrux form?” I gasped excitedly, remembering the way Sin had shifted into the enormous green Dragon and flown me through the Order yard back in Darkmore. And he was right – he was far bigger than that bastardo out there.

“Yeah, sweet cheeks. Wanna go for a ride?” Sin purred.

“Fuck yes,” I agreed.

Ethan looked like he had more questions but I caught his arm, forcing him to back up with me so that Sin could shift.

A roar bellowed from Sin’s lips as he shifted, his skin splitting apart to reveal the huge Dragon form which would no doubt ignite terror in all who laid eyes on it once he took to the skies.

I wasted no time, sprinting for him and casting a blast of dirt beneath my boots to launch myself up onto his back. Ethan followed using his water magic, murmuring in low appreciation as he took up position behind me and locked his arms around my waste.

Sin leapt into action the moment my hands had fisted one of the giant spikes which protruded from his back, leaping for the roof and ripping into the edges of the hole which the bronze Dragon had carved into place, widening it for his bulk.

I threw out a hand, encasing me, Ethan and that ever-following talian corvid in a lump of rock, like a barnacle stuck to the Dragon’s back, protecting us from the crumbling roof as tiles and wooden beams slammed down on us.

My gut lurched as Sin launched himself into the sky and I threw the stone casing off of us, howling wildly as a rush of wind collided with us.

Sin bellowed a challenging roar at the bronze Dragon who turned in midair, his wings stalling as he took in the immense beast now racing for him.

Vard shrieked like a newborn babe.

“The King has come to claim his vengeance on me!” he screamed, kicking and flailing where he was still grasped in the bronze Dragon’s claws, almost dropping the precious cargo which was clutched in his arms. “Go!”

“Don’t let them escape!” I bellowed as Sin tore through the sky, closing the distance between us and our quarry, but Vard was fumbling a small pouch between his hands and the Dragon was racing away from us, flying with a roar which was clearly laced in terror as it raced for the open ocean. And worse than that – the edge of the anti-stardust wards.

“Sin!” I commanded, ducking low, urging him on.

I threw vines after them and Ethan hurled whips of water, trying to snatch the Dragon into our grip, slow it down. I wanted to tear Roary’s Lion from the hands of that stronzo Vard but I was afraid of missing, of knocking it from his arms and the jar smashing or sinking into the sea below.

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