Page 11 of Bite Me

“I will be with my kin within the day, and we can dispatch our finest to begin a rescue mission. But I’m unfamiliar with the land here. Where do we send our warriors?”

“The humans call it the island of Bioko.”

Right in the armpit of Central and West Africa.

“What’s the name of the volcano?” Ky knew oceans, lakes, and rivers. Match understood volcanoes. The demon dragons would hole up in the belly of the volcano and needed to be rooted out and destroyed.

“We’re in the tunnels below the San Carlos Caldera. This was our home.”

“I’ll put a call out to my Wyr to help you rebuild. Any blues nearby will be glad to help our sisters of the water.”

“Thank you, Ky Puru.”

Ky reinforced the ice around the demon dragon. He’d need evidence of the their new talent. It was still unbelievable to him. He’s fucking tow it to the AllWyr.

“Wait, one moment.” One of the Mami Wata swam up to the encased demon and gave it the finger, shaking her hand and wrinkling her nose. Two others joined her, one wrapping her elbow around her other arm as she flipped off the demon.

“That is a curse Azynsa taught us. She knows many, but that is the most powerful in the land of her father. I hope it brings that beast much pain.”

“I’m sure it will.” Ky would be doling out worse, making good on these women’s curses.

He pushed himself hard to get to Amsterdam, but the battle and the heat of the volcano had left him depleted. Ky continually reformed around the demon dragon, while he fought against the warm Guinea and Azores currents.

He should have ridden the Atlantic South up to the Gulf Stream and to make the journey easy, but it would have taken twice as long. The AllWyr was definitely coming to New Zealand next time.

Cage could fly them all there on his wind and sunshine in no time. If whatever the problem he’d called in the other Wyverns for was resolved by then.

Ky welcomed the cooler waters of the English Channel. In another few minutes, he dove through the canals of Amsterdam toward Cage’s home outside of the city.

When he arrived in the marsh around The Lindens he tried to contact his brother Dragon Wyvern.

“Cage, I have arrived, and I’ve got luggage.”

No reply. Strange.

“Jakob, Match, you here yet?”

Match’s cranky voice replied. “For hours. What the hell took you so long?”

“Meet me at the pond. I’ve brought a present.”

Ky dragged the dripping block of ice from the water then shifted into his human form to examine the demon dragon inside while he waited.

The damn thing was still alive in there. It should have turned to nothing more than a pool of black ink, frozen in the ice. Every other demon dragon he’d ever encased had disintegrated. Why hadn’t this one?

Gills, being able to swim, impervious to ice. Maybe they were evolving, or this wasn’t a demon dragon at all.

Either way, his greatest weapons in the war with evil were much less effective. If he couldn’t drown them in water and ice, he would be no better than a dragon youngling with a toy sword.

“You’ve been dicking around with demon dragons while Cage is dying?” Match and Jakob walked out past the fountain to the edge of the pond.

Match always did have a way with words. An I’m-an-asshole kind of way.

“This is no regular—” Wait. What? “Dying?”

Jakob grabbed Ky’s shoulder. “You’d better come inside.”

“What about this thing?” They needed to examine it, figure out where it came from or how it got these new abilities.

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