I watch as my mate flies away, and I see when she turns to look at me as she’s leaving.
“Yeah, that’s right, you’ll remember tonight,” I say quietly to myself.
I knew instantly that Zephyr was my mate when she landed in Cedric and Tana’s pack lands three months ago. I have one of the best noses in the shifter community, which is saying a lot about how good my nose is. And saying that, I knew I had smelled her in the last arena we took down, but there were so many shifters, so much chaos, that I could never pinpoint where the scent was coming from.
Then, she ignored me. Ignored our mate bond. I’m friends with Tana and with Avani, so I know how a dragon feels when they find their mate. Well, any dragon other than Kaylani who doesn’t seem bothered by finding her mate. But Zephyr is more like Tana and Cedric. She will fight the mate bond. Fight being claimed by me. But I’ve been waiting for my mate for decades, and I have no intention of letting her go.
So, I searched for her. In between hunting the Chief, a man who had experimented on Tana, her unborn son, Merethyl, Avani’s mate, and Merethyl’s brother, Yhendorn, as well as countless other shifters. He had been trying to create an army of shifters to basically take over the world, but he’s dead now. After that, I was searching for the laboratory-created dragons that the Chief not only made, but then added an explosive into their brains to kill them if they didn’t go along with his demands. When I wasn’t searching with Avani, Merethyl, Kaylani and our new doctor that I brought on board, Everett, I searched for my mate.
It took me several weeks to find her. When I did, I didn’t want to go to her. She has a new son, one that I know is Avani’s. I don’t like it, but I also know that he’s a mated and claimed dragon now, so whatever was between them is over. I’ve been around dragons for years, but never a new mother, so I opted to be safe and call her to come to me. Dragons have an amazing sense of hearing, and I can only imagine that it’s stronger when it’s your mate that is calling for you.
So, I waited, patiently at first, then very impatiently when she didn’t come to me week after week. I began contemplating going to her, when she finally answered my call.
Since she’s a dragon, she has the inherent need to be dominant, as all dragons do. I wasn’t having it. She needed to know that I, her mate, am powerful enough to dominate her, a dragon, that I am more than worthy of being her mate. Not only that, but I also wanted her to know that I could make her feel things that no one else, including Avani, has ever made her feel. I wanted her to WANT to come to me the next time I called her.
It was two days after I watched her fly away that I got Avani’s call letting me know that Ancalagon was missing. I gave him the information that I had on possible hunter facilities, then I began my own search. This is what I do, it’s what I’ve always done. I search for the missing.
Usually, it’s missing shifters that I search for, and that has kept me busy since I escaped from the Arena with Cedric and Tana. There have been more Arenas built to continue the supernatural fighting ring that the humans seem to love.
But, I also work with the humans to find their missing, usually their children. That’s where I make most of my money. Humans are willing to pay a lot to get their kids back. Shifters just expect you to find them.
I begin searching in all of the laboratories that I know about. When Avani gave Hudson to me, one of the rare scientists that Avani left alive, I had no idea that he would give me so much intel. Not only that, he introduced me to his brother, Everett. Everett has become the doctor that is saving the dragons, as best as he and Kaylani can, at least.
However, Hudson had information on some of the hunters lairs and the scientists laboratories. I had gathered as much intel from him as I could before returning him to his family. They had been held captive by the Chief. I found them and returned them to him. It was the only reason that he was helping the Chief and when I saw the poor state that his family was in, I knew he was telling the truth.
I gave Avani several of the laboratories to search, and I kept some for myself. When I get to the first one, they smell as they all do of blood, fear, and death. I set that aside and begin searching through the information, trying to find where they are keeping Zephyr’s son.
I check out two more laboratories before deciding that I need to check with Zephyr. We aren’t finding Ancalagon as quickly as I expected and she must be beside herself with grief.
I race to the mountain where she was living, but all I smell is death. I run to her den, finding her scent fainter than I expected. When I sniff around, I smell the mountain goat shifters that died here. I assume that they died protecting Ancalagon. If Zephyr wasn’t feeling bad enough about the loss of her son, I know, as a dragon, she’ll be feeling the guilt over the loss of these shifters.
I climb on top of her den, using my powerful nose to sniff the air around us. While the mountain tops are constantly covered in snow, my mate smells like freshly fallen show. It take me some time, but I finally catch a whiff of her scent, off in the distance.
I race down the mountain, running as fast as my four paws will take me to get to her. I don’t know if she’ll accept my comfort, but I know I have to try. She’s my mate. I should be here consoling her.
When I get closer, I hear it, her dragon’s lament. The sound is so sad, so awful that I feel tears begin to trek down my face. I don’t let it stop me. I force myself up the mountain, the horrible depression of her sadness weighing heavier on me with each step that I take.
When I finally get to the top of the mountain, I see her in her dragon form, her head lifted to the sky as she laments. I shift, my tears still streaking down my face.
“Zephyr,” I call softly, taking slow steps toward her.
Her giant head turns toward me and as I watch, her eyes turn red with anger. I know instantly that she blames me for taking her away from Ancalagon. If she hadn’t come to me, the hunters couldn’t have gotten to him.
“Zephyr, I’m here to help. I can help you find Ancalagon,” I say to her, watching as she returns to her lament.
I slowly walk to her, putting my hand on her surprisingly warm scaly body. I gently caress her neck, moving around to look up at her.
“Let me help you, my mate,” I say to her.
It’s the wrong thing to say. She screams her anger at me, swinging her head down at me, and slamming it against my body, sending me flying into the air. I shift, knowing I have a better chance of surviving this fall in my tiger form. A cat always lands on its feet after all.
When I finally hit the ground, the impact reverberates through my body, making me snarl with the pain. I look up, ready to go back to her, to fight her if I need to, but she’s already gone.
I watch her opal white scales glinting in the moonlight as she flies off, still crying her lament to the moon, the sky and anyone that will listen.
Three months later I’m in the kitchen of my new home, my daughter in a swing out of the way but where I can still see her and my newborn son in a bassinet in the next room. Having two children four months apart has been a challenge, especially when you add on that our house was being built and the surprise that we have planned for today. It’s a big one and I’m so nervous that I feel sick. ‘Easy Zephyr. Everything will be fine, you’ll see,’ my mate coos at me through our mind link. I tap into his mind and realize that somehow my mate snuck in, and my daughter is now strapped against his chest while he’s outside setting up the fire pit for the dragons. We decided to cover up our surprise with an ‘open house’, inviting everyone so all of our friends could be here ot witness the event today. “I can’t believe you had another baby before I had mine,” Merethyl says coming in with Terra, their little girl, another dragon. “Tiger and dragon gestations are similar so I’m only pregnant 3 mo
One month later “Take a look at this, Ish,” Cedric says to me. He and I have been hunting the hybrids that we know are out here, but so far, they are adept at evading us. However, they leave their trail of devastation behind them. “They’re getting more violent,” I say to him. “Yes, I’m starting to be able to distinguish between the two groups. The first group of hybrids seems to kill to eat and they clean up everything but the blood. This group…” “They’re starting to enjoy the kill,” I finish for him. “And they’re upping their game. It’s as if they are practicing, almost like they are planning on attacking something larger, or stronger,” he says looking at me meaningfully. “If they come for our dragons, they will meet their match, and their end,” I say. “If they come anywhere near my children or my pack, I’ll destroy them. I was willing to help them before and maybe we can still help the other group, but this one? I’m not sure they want our help.” “This is the group that had a
When we couldn’t find Sunshine, we went back for Oliver, only to find that he’d been killed and eaten. “Hybrids,” Ishir had confirmed when we landed and saw the blood everywhere, more blood than when we’d left behind. Through our combined senses, I could smell them. “Should we go after them?” I ask him. I stay in my dragon form in case I need to quickly attack or defend, as Ishir is kneeling on the ground near the blood. “Zeph, this is violent. There's a lot of blood here. I mean, you and I are used to violence, we’re animals, but this is something else, this is vicious. I don’t want you near this,” he tells me, standing. “Ishir, I’m a dragon. I can handle vicious.” “You’re my dragon, Zephyr and you’re the mother of my kitten. You may be a strong and powerful dragon, but you have a soft heart. Let me protect you from this. I’ll get Cedric and we’ll go searching for them. You’ve suffered enough violence at Oliver’s hand. I’ll take it from here,” he says, stroking my snout as he ta
I lay here, strapped to the bed, like I have been for what seems like forever. It’s been a long time, two weeks, if my calculations are right, which is questionable since there are no windows in this room. But if I’m right, it’s been two weeks since my father was here. I’m not sure which is worse, the pain or the hunger. It only felt like a couple days after he left, that the man who gives me the injections left too and he hasn’t been back. I was okay for awhile because I had the IV fluids dripping into my body, but that dried up over a week ago. I’ve relieved myself multiple times and now everything in here smells terrible, the area between my legs feels raw and I'm worried it's getting infected, which it probably is. I hear the pitiful sound of the creature in the other room. He sounds so much like Ancalagon. I have no idea if it’s him or not, but I hope not. Once again, we’re trapped underground. “Cal, if you can hear me, I’m here. I know, I’m hungry too. I’m sure my father will
I hadn’t expected them to be back so soon. They’ve never returned so quickly after finding one of my laboratories. In fact, the last time, they burned it down, releasing all my subjects. This time, my subjects had escaped on their own. I had been watching from my personal laboratory since my lead scientist told me that the shifts were imminent. He wasn’t wrong, but what we didn’t expect was that they would grow to sizes that burst through their cages. They had become wild, killing the scientists before helping the others escape. The dragon and the tiger wouldn’t have known that some of the humans that had been laying on the ground, had become snacks for the vicious creatures, as they fed on their way toward freedom. Once again, I’ve been thwarted because my scientists don’t seem to know what they are doing. Thank goodness my “daughter” and her future mate are both still under my control. Eliane has been responding well to the treatments, almost as well as the dragon. I’m hoping tha
The voices in my head have started screaming again, only this time, they are telling me to do something, anything to help the children that this monster is killing. I’m stronger now, so I shut my mind off from Ishir. He is helping that boy, helping Everett and Kaylani try to save him, and while he does that, I go to Cyrene. I know what I have to do even if it kills me. I pick her up, kissing her and smelling her sweet, exotic scent, a mix of mine and Ishir's. “Zephyr?” Nova’s quiet voice asks from the doorway. I take one more deep breath of my daughter’s scent, then put her back in her crib before turning to Nova. She’s breathing heavily and there are tears in her eyes. “What’s going on?” “I have to go end this Nova. I can’t let Oliver and his men hurt you or any of these children any more. It will never stop while he’s alive.” Her lips quiver and she rushes to me, wrapping her arms around me. “Please come back to me. You’re the only family I have, Zephyr, you and Ishir. I love