A raging river had swatted a four-thousand-pound dragon like an irritating fly. Not just any dragon, a damn good warrior.
Griffin was Kael Ashenvale's biggest fan. Understatement. He worshipped the ground Kael walked on. So when Kael was in trouble, of course he dove in like a hero.
Sterling watched in disbelief as the kid was carried away on a stretcher through a portal. Before it shut, Brennan ran through from the opposite direction, still hooded, and skidded to a stop in front of Nicholas.
"Alpha," he panted. Without waiting to be acknowledged, he touched Nicholas's non-broken shoulder, drying Nicholas instantly.
No greeting. No pleasantries. Just touched an Alpha King without permission and performed unsolicited magic on him.
Nicholas looked at Brennan. Then at his dry clothes. Then back at Brennan, who was already walking away like he hadn't just committed a social felony against an Alpha.
