Page 115 of Upon Buried Embers
Rohan nods. “He will.”
That’s a relief.
“What happened?” Rohan demands, grabbing my hand and I whimper as he grazes the wound.
His body tenses, and he instantly moves his hand to my wrist, inspecting the cut.
“I got caught with one of the hooks is all.”
Rohan frowns down at it, then rips some of my tunic and wraps it around my palm carefully, then he holds my palm to his mouth blowing on it gently before he lets go.
“Thank you.”
No one has ever cared for me like that.
“We’ll see the healer, come.”
“It’s a scratch.”
“Healer,” he grits out between clenched teeth, and I nod.
“What about the blue dragon?”
“Drogonah will let him know he can stay as long as he doesn’t hurt my people.” Sure enough, Rohan rubs Drogonah’s side as he passes the dragon, and I watch as the younger blue one lifts his head, staring at Drogonah as they make rumbles and growls, chuffing and other noises to each other.
“Are you okay, Dragonbond?” Darcia comes rushing forward, frowning at his bare chest full of scratches.
I look away, only to find the clan staring at me.
I look down at the ground.
“Yes,” Rohan replies, brushing past her.
Darcia’s face falls when he doesn’t give her more, then she sneers at me before Rhett walks over to her.
“Grab the net, and tell the others we will have a meeting tonight,” Rohan instructs Kaldar when he appears next to him, but I also feel his eyes on me.
“Who would try to capture a wildling?”
“I don’t think it was one.” Rohan says, and the temperature suddenly drops cooler than the winter wind.
“Rohan, what are you saying?” Kaldar frowns.
“I think the dragon came from The Glade.”
Twenty Eight
Rohan
“Who in the Gods are trying to take dragons from The Glade?!” Adora asks, hands on her hips.
We’re all gathered around the table in the war tent, trying to figure out our next move.
“They must be wanting Morana’s wrath.” Calian’s arms are crossed, anger radiating off of him as he looks down at the map.
“Are you certain it was from The Glade, Rohan?” Asseya asks, worry lining her face.
I place my hands on the table, looking at the large patch of trees that make up The Glade. “The closest thing to us is either Derraztfur with The Pit, or The Glade to the west.” I shake my head. “No one would try and catch a dragon near The Pit, we’re the only clan that can traverse that land, others who try usually die. The net on the dragon means someone tried to capture it, so it must have come from The Glade.”
