Page 94 of Primal Dragon

The two guards in his eye line were smoking cigarettes, chattering on about something. They were so cocky about their hiding place they didn’t even have their guard up.

Henrik wanted to shift into his dragon form, but it wasn’t the right time.

One of the guards heard him, jerking his chin around just as he hit the clearing and lunged. The vampire sped out of the way, but other hadn’t caught on as quickly. Henrik clobbered him to the ground. They tumbled into patio furniture that had been put away for storage.

The loud clatter wouldn’t have escaped the rest of the vampires. He hoped the other two were already on their targets.

An arm came around his neck and tugged him backward. Henrik put his feet under him and pushed up and back, body-slamming the vampire to the ground behind him.

“Filthy fucking dragon,” the vampire beneath him snarled.

Henrik jackhammered his elbow into the vampire’s gut and then rolled off just as the other one was coming at him.

“You think we weren’t ready for you?!”

Before he could turn around, there was a whistle right before something collided into his shoulder. The momentum took him down.

He knew exactly what was happening now. He got up and turned around to face his attacker.

Rebecca.

She stood with her bow and arrow nocked and ready to go.

“Don’t you think we should talk about this?” he called to her.

She answered by releasing the arrow.

“Fuck.” Henrik moved, but not fast enough. It sliced across his neck, a flesh wound, but a warning to be faster.

Henrik lost control. It happened so fast he didn’t even remember the dragon pushing into his limbs. A rip of his clothes shredding as he grew in size, and then he was glaring down at the dragon slayer who didn’t flinch. She pulled an arrow from her quiver and nocked it so fluidly it was like an extension of her. She released it and pulled another.

The arrow bounced off his chest. He stormed toward her, his heavy footfalls caused the ground to quake beneath him as he went after her. He drew in his breath, igniting the magic deep in his chest and pulling the bright green flames right out of his mouth.

Rebecca tucked and rolled right of the flames and took off running.

Nimble bitch.

A bark drew his attention to Warren who was running right for him.

This wasn’t the plan, Rik.

The dragon slayer started it.

If she showed up, you were supposed to let me handle her.

Then handle her, Wolf.

Henrik could sense the hesitancy in Warren’s head, though he didn’t actually say anything. He didn’t have time to worry about it. He moved toward one of the vampires who moved fast as he fired his little weapon at him.

Henrik fought to control the dragon’s angry attack, but he also relished the feeling of being in his dragon form. It felt good to be in charge and ready for a fight. And a fight he gave them.

It was a blur of swipes, bites, and fire across the snow. Henrik managed to snap one up in his jaws and bite down hard.

Vampire tasted vile, but he didn’t care. He ground his teeth in harder.

An arrow struck him in the neck and embedded itself in his flesh.

A flurry of arrows hit him, all of them puncturing his scales into his tissue. He roared with pain, but he didn’t let it slow him down.

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