Page 100 of Dragon Unhinged

MATE!He barks it again, echoing in my head, no doubt echoing in Malcolm’s too.

A cityscape appears in front of us, the buildings growing taller and taller as my wings ache in protest from such a long flight.

I know I should stop, land, let Malcolm put me down for a while.

I should give in to his pleas to let Syrena find my mate, to bring her to me.

But how can I, when I know she’s in pain? When I know she’s in danger, alone with our baby, at the mercy of a fucking psycho?

I have to find Brianna.

I have to find my family.

The feeling of Brianna, of my mate, suddenly drops off, and my dragon doesn’t fucking care anymore.

We drop down, right into the middle of a city, one I don’t recognize.

Too many buildings. Too much metal, glass, stone. Too many scents of humans.

MATE! MINE!

I let out another burst of fire.

I don’t care what I burn. I want it all to burn.

To break.

Lay in tattered destruction like my heart and soul.

I won’t stop. Can’t stop.

Not until I have my mate.

Or I have the sweet release of a death where I can join her again.

My tail swipes through the metal and glass of a storefront on the street I’m on. My talons tear into asphalt like it’s made of foam.

Shrieks of terror echo off every modern surface of the buildings and vehicles surrounding the street and decorating along the sidewalks of it, but I can barely hear them over the roar of my dragon, the roar of my fire. I will destroy everything to find her.

Another dragon lands near me, letting out a roar of his own.

No fire, though.

Just the sound. A warning. A demand that I stop.

Another feeble attempt to keep me from tearing through the world to find my mate. There’s nowhere on this planet, nowhere in all of time and space, I wouldn’t go to find her. To bring her back to me.

The other dragon is a dark violet with slashes of green. He’s young, his dragon’s build is still lanky and he’s not as muscular and filled out as I am. He should be easy enough to take, so he gets out of my way.

The dragon lunges at me.

My wing screams in protest as I bring it around to block the incoming attack. I squat down and brace for impact. The moment he collides with me, I give him a harsh push and lash out, swinging claws and my tail to distract him. I bite into his shoulder until he lets out a shriek from the pain. I hold him down while I send a blast of fire into his face as a last warning to leave me alone.

Fire burning hot and bright.

Declan, please!

Somewhere in my head, it sounds like my brother’s voice.

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