Page 105 of His Fate

"Posey, do you read me?! Just stay put, I'm coming!"

"Don't move, old man." I push up on my hands and knees, scanning the area immediately in front of me. "Don't you even think about leaving them uncovered to the left. You stay right there, stay smart, stay safe."

"Josephine, stay the fuck there!"

All hell's breaking loose in the valley, dragons dropping right and left, only to be replaced by two or three more. And when I see Cyril give his men some kind of signal before taking off his cape, his crown and necklace, I know what I need to do.

"You are the best father a girl could have, Hank Timmons. The fucking best and I am so goddamn lucky that you're mine." I army crawl a little closer to the edge and look down to find a clear path into the valley. "And if you and Janet are lucky enough to have a cub or a hatchling one day, know that baby will be just as lucky to call you daddy as I have been."

"Josephine!" Dad barks. "Josephine—"

"I love you, Dad. Love you big and I hope to God I've shown it over the last ninety-three years."

The girls start ringing in over the radio, everyone telling me to wait for my dad, to stay put, but I can't.

Not when Cyril is getting ready to shift, when hundreds of dragons are threatening my mate, my clan, my people.

I can't sit by and do nothing and since my dragon has peaced the fuck out, I'm going to do the only thing I can.

"I love you girls. I love you three so much and I am so glad we got to officially become sisters. You make all the babies with your mates, love them fierce and make sure to tell them all the stories of how badass their Auntie Posey was."

"Josephine!" my dad booms over the others just as I start to maneuver my body to slide down the hill. "Josephine Claire, stay fucking put!"

I yank my earpiece out and toss it, then work up enough momentum to skid on my ass into the valley.

Stopping in a crouch, I check my immediate surroundings just in time to see Cyril descend and that's when I start to run.

A Glock in each hand, I take off through the clearing and start shooting every bastard that is not of my clan, some connecting in a sweet spot and forcing a shift, others simply bouncing off scales because I'm way more focused on getting to Kai.

I empty both clips only twenty yards in and when I go to reload, I'm rushed by two nasty looking dragons, one that is yellow and more snake-like, one an orangish brown and stocky.

And right before they get to me, before I can reload my gun or get out of the way, a roar I haven't heard in years comes from my left.

I look up in time to see my dad, his beautiful grass green and burgundy dragon, swoop down from the tree line and tackle both those motherfuckers, the sound of his teeth and claws tearing into them almost just as loud as his roar.

Awestruck, I watch for a few minutes as my dad completely dismembers the enemy, rips them apart and immediately goes after a few others.

My dad is such a badass.

Then I start running again, empty both Glocks and yank the sawed offs from my back.

Cyril's inner circle reaches the valley and begins to shift, the men changing to crazed looking beasts and piling on my mate and his brothers.

I run faster, push harder, take out whoever I can in the process and when about four dragons pin Henrich down to the ground, try to go after his eyes, a shock of neon orange charges pass me in an angry roar that I'd know anywhere.

Gracie leaps through the air and climbs on top of the one on her mate’s back, her claws dig at the yellow bastard’s eyes and when she forces him to shift, I watch my best friend tear out that piece of shit’s throat.

Much the same takes place around me. I see our friends, our family, use their magic and force every Molnarva scum they can to change back to human form before they remove their heads from their bodies.

You'd think I'd be freaking out over all the bloodshed but honestly, I'm just pissed that I can't shift and join in.

No, I have to use guns, guns that are out of ammunition since I left my post, and try to do as much damage as I can that way.

The most guttural roar I have ever heard comes from my right and I look in time to see Andrej go down, under about twenty other dragons, his dragon so big it would take at least that to immobilize him but what I see next has me floored.

Havok comes out of nowhere, I mean literally out of nowhere, appears right in front of the dog pile and lifts his arms, points his hands toward the enemy and then… oh my god.

With one flick of each wrist, a huge sweeping gesture of his arms, those dragons on top of his best friend explode into a million pieces.

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