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There were too many of them, more than I could count, each one snarling and baring their teeth.
The rogue dragon’s call had summoned reinforcements, and they were coming straight for me.
“Damn it,” I thought to myself, tightening my grip on the rogue.
I couldn’t finish it off with the wolves closing in. I was running out of time, and Blake was still lying helpless on the ground.
The rogue dragon sensed the shift in the fight, its eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction.
It was playing the long game, biding its time until reinforcements arrived.
The realization sent a fresh surge of anger through me, fueling my already burning rage.
This was its plan all along—to wear me down, to drag the fight out until it had the upper hand.
The wolves advanced in a tight circle, growling as they approached.
I could hear their snarls getting louder, could see the gleam of their sharp fangs as they got closer.
The rogue, emboldened by the arrival of its pack, bucked beneath me, thrashing harder.
I struggled to maintain my grip, my muscles straining as the rogue fought back with renewed ferocity.
Another wolf howled, and suddenly the pack surged forward, teeth snapping and claws slashing.
I was forced to release the rogue to defend myself, swinging my tail in a wide arc, knocking a few wolves aside.
But more kept coming, their glowing eyes fixed on me, their jaws snapping hungrily.
The rogue dragon took advantage of the distraction, wrenching itself free from my grasp and rolling to the side, bloodied but still very much alive.
I growled in frustration, my mind racing. This was bad. Very bad.
I was already injured, and now I had a pack of wolves to deal with on top of a rogue dragon.
My strength was fading, and the wolves weren’t going to stop until I was torn apart. But I couldn’t let them win.
I couldn’t let them get to Blake. I roared, spinning to face the wolves head-on.
My wings flared out, casting a massive shadow across the clearing.
I bared my fangs, my entire body radiating defiance. If they wanted a fight, I’d give them one.
The first wolf lunged, teeth bared as it went for my throat.
I caught it mid-leap, my claws slashing through fur and muscle as I tossed it aside.
Another wolf came at me from the left, its jaws snapping at my wing.
I spun, my tail slamming into its side with a sickening crunch. But for every wolf I knocked down, two more took its place.
They swarmed me, biting and slashing, their claws ripping into my scales.
I lashed out with everything I had, swiping at them with my claws, breathing fire in desperate bursts to drive them back.
But the rogue dragon wasn’t finished with me either.
It lunged at me from behind, claws outstretched, and I barely had time to block the attack before it sent me crashing into the ground.
