Page 29 of Her Fierce Dragon
“My powers will aid her.”Feno reached a hand out to her. Doubt crept into his mind for a brief moment before his fingers connected with her arm.
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Feno glanced around and found himself no longer in his back yard. He growled deep in his throat and took in a path that led directly up a hill and disappeared into a wooded area.
Where in the hell was he?
He sniffed deeply, but there was no smell.
How could there be no smell? Standing outside and near the woods, there should be millions of smells in the air from nature alone.
He thought back to before when he’d appeared here and remembered touching Willow while she was working a spell on the shifter.
This was the shifter’s memory.
Where was Willow?
He moved forward and stalked toward the path. She’d arrived a few minutes before him, so she couldn’t be that far ahead of him. He picked up his speed and jogged along the path, his dragon needing to find Willow and keep her safe.
The sounds of growls in the distance caught his ear. Even being in a memory, he wasn’t sure what could happen. He prayed, nothing, but he didn’t want to chance anything.
His dragon was on alert. They pushed farther into the woods, where a rustle had him slowing down.
“Feno?” Willow’s incredulous voice reached him.
He moved off the path and into the thick brush to find her standing with her eyes wide, watching him approach. She rushed into his open arms.
He closed his eyes briefly and folded his arms around her. Even in the shifter’s memory, her curvy body felt good against his.
“How did you get here?” she asked, pulling back to gaze up at him.
“I touched your arm, and that’s the last thing I remember.”
“This is crazy,” she muttered and stepped back from him. “We’re in the shifter’s mind. From what I can tell, it’s just on replay. No one will be able to see or hear us while we observe what happened.”
He nodded and looked around. The sounds of growling off in the distance were increasing. He grabbed her hand and entwined their fingers together, leading the way.
“Let’s go. I don’t know how long we’ll be here,” he said. “Good job reaching his memories on your first try.”
“Thanks. I never thought I would have my first lesson of dark magic without my grandmother by my side, but it was her who told me that you were coming back home and that I would need to use it.”
“You spoke to your grandmother? Again?” He paused to stare at her.
“Before you arrived, I tried to reach out to her the way I did before, but this time without you. The moon was strong enough to help me. It wasn’t as strong as when you and I did it together, but I was able to reach her. We need to hurry and find her. They’re keeping her away from the elements, and I’m sure you know what will happen to a witch if she can’t be one with nature.”
He nodded. A witch would wither away and die without being able to draw her powers from the natural elements. Almost as if she were being starved.
They came to a clearing where the growls were the loudest. He turned to her and raised his finger to his lips, not wanting to chance anyone hearing them.
He moved the brush and saw that they were outside a natural cave on the side of a hill. A bonfire was in the middle of the area, providing light.
Shifters.
Rogues.
Scattered around the fire were shifters in their human forms, and some in their animal. The rogues were almost like savages. No training. They didn’t belong to a pack and surely didn’t follow any of the lycan laws that were set.
His eyes narrowed on a few shifted wolves circling each other, as if they were about to spar or fight. He didn’t know which, but honestly, there was no telling. Rogue shifters always fought for the spot of strongest male. Even though they did not belong to a pack, their alpha nature would come forth and demand to be identified as the strongest rogue.
