Dylan.
Okay, so this is the most fun I’ve had in a long time with these guys. Yeah, they killed my dad, I mean that’s not great, even if I didn’t really like him that much, he did some really awful shit to these people, but he was still my dad. I can understand why it had to happen, plus it all led me to my cute little fairy doll. It does sting though. I’ve heard everyone here calling her ‘Slayer’, which I thought was a bit of an odd name, especially for a fairy, but after to talking to Jordan for a bit I’ve learned that her name is Layah. They call her slayer because she’s ruthless on the battlefield and she’s saved everyone’s life here at least once or twice and has the highest body count amoungst the group. My little mate is fierce. I like that I’m currently walking with Jordan at the front of the line, while Layah has dropped to the back. I can still smell her heavenly scent, so I know she’s safe. She’s probably just busy making sure her family is all safe. Speaking of what a cool bunch of people! I seriously don’t understand why the council would want to kill them off. I was about ten the last time I saw magic and I had almost forgotten just how cool it is. So far I’ve met witches and warlocks, Jordan’s obviously fae, there’s a few elementals and a bunch I can’t place just yet, but they are just the nicest people. “So, where are we headed now?” I ask my new friend Jordan. “Next on the list would be Marius Makay.” “The hellhounds?” “Yup. Lucky for us, this old sewage line is going to lead us straight down into their little fiery pit in about five day’s time.” “Bloody hell. So ya’ll are serious about this? You’re going to off each and everyone one of the council?” “Yep. World peace and all that.” Jordan says with little spirit fingers. “What happens after that?” I ask curiously, happy that he’s open and honest with me. “Well, we would hope that once they're dead that maybe people can start thinking for themselves and see that we deserve a chance to live like everyone else. Lucky for us we got the Rommati heir on our side so hopefully you could speak with your people on our behalf?” “Huh, yeah, I didn’t even think of that. Guess I’m sort of the dragon shifters leader now…I probably should have left a note saying I’d be back.” Jordan laughs. “Yeah, hey mum, just going on a little trip around the world with my new friends the resistance, don’t wait up.”After a few more hours of walking, Jordan declares it time for a break. Everyone starts rummaging through their bags for certain things while a few warlocks do some sort of spell around us that shimmers like a big bubble. Jordan says it’s a cloaking spell, and anyone outside of it can’t see, hear or smell us. Hmm, maybe that’s what my little minx did last night.
Layah comes up to get her bottle of water again and shares it with me when she’s declared she’s had enough. I saw how much she drank the first water break, and we’ve been walking for hours so I push it back and give her my best stern look.
“Drink more.” “How about no.” She says back stubbornly. “Please?” I try with a little smile. “I need to hunt.” She says putting the bottle on the ground and turning to Jordan. “We’re still close to the village so I want everyone staying down here. I’ll go up topside and find some food for everyone. You keep them safe.” “Gotcha slayer.” He mock salutes. She makes her way to a ladder on the wall that leads up to a man hole like the one we entered through and I follow her before she spins around to face me. “Stay here.” She clips out and it’s so cute that she thinks she can tell me what to do. I reach out and boop her nose. “I’m coming. My dragon doesn’t like to be cooped up too long and a hunt sounds nice.” She rolls her eyes adorably. “You don’t think that a massive ass golden dragon won’t draw attention? The whole point is to not be seen.” “So you did see me! I KNEW IT! And technically it wouldn’t draw any attention. This is after all still close to dragon territory so no one would even bat an eye. But they might if they see a cute little fairy walking around. Maybe you should stay here, and I’ll go hunt for us. I’m a very capable provider.” I puff my chest out and smile down at her. “Yeah, no, not happening. No one will see me any way.” Seemingly done pushing to point she turns to climb the stairs and doesn’t say anything when I follow after her. I get the best view of her peachy little butt on the way up too. I really like those camo pants.LayahI wake up warm. So warm, I don’t want to move. Not even a little. There’s a chest pressed against my back, an arm draped across my waist, a hand still tangled with mine in front. I’m swaddled between two walls of heat and scent, cedar smoke and dry pine, summer air and dragonfire. Dylan behind me. Kai in front. My brain takes its sweet time catching up to the fact that I didn’t just dream it. That I really did crawl into Kai’s bed last night wearing nothing but his oversized shirt. That I fell asleep tangled between two men who have every right to call themselves mine and every reason not to push. Which, judging by the tight tension in their bodies and the way they haven’t moved an inch, is exactly what they’ve been doing. I shift slightly, stretching my legs under the blanket. Immediately, both bodies press in closer, as if their instincts are hardwired to keep me surrounded. My cheeks flush as fragments of my dreams resurface… heat, hands, mouths on my skin, teeth grazing my n
The house is quiet now. Plates have been cleared. Boots kicked off. Most of the resistance is tucked into corners, couches, borrowed rooms. The fire in the living room is down to a glow, casting amber shadows across the walls. I should sleep, but I don’t. I linger in the hall outside my room, her room now, if only for a little while. My fingers hover near the doorframe, knuckles brushing the wood like it might burn me if I press too hard. She’s in there. In my space. In my shirt…and gods, I am not strong enough for this. The door creaks softly as I nudge it open. She’s sitting cross-legged on the bed, her damp hair combed out now and hanging over one shoulder, the silver-starred blanket draped over her legs. The room smells like cedar and cinnamon and the faintest whiff of her magic, moonlight and wildflowers and ozone. She looks up as I enter and she doesn’t tell me to leave. That’s… probably all the permission I’m going to get. I close the door behind me and move to the edge of the
KaiThe kitchen’s quiet except for the faint hum of the cold storage unit and the occasional thump of boots overhead. Layah’s still in the shower, and Dylan stands beside me at the long wooden island, slicing dried meat into strips.“You’ve gotten soft,” I mutter.He snorts. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”I grunt. “Didn’t think I’d see the day.”“Didn’t think I’d see you again,” Dylan shoots back, but there’s no heat in it. Just quiet honesty. We don’t speak for a moment. I finish stirring the grain mix and set it aside to steam. Then I ask the question that’s been buzzing in my gut.“So… how does this work?”Dylan glances over. “You mean the mate bond?”“No,” I say. “Sharing her.”He puts the knife down. “You’re not angry?”“Why would I be?” I lean back against the counter, arms crossed. “I’m not foolish enough to think I could ever own someone like her. She’s not meant to be kept. She’s meant to burn.”Dylan smiles. “That’s why we’re good for her. We don’t want to tame her.”
LayahKai’s house smells like ash and cedar. It’s warm, not just temperature-wise, but lived-in, safe, like a place where stories were whispered late into the night and hands were held through hard times. You wouldn’t expect that from a hellhound den. You’d expect cold stone walls, dark halls lit by molten flame, maybe the occasional tortured soul in a cage. But this? This is a home. The stairs creak softly as Dylan carries me up like it’s his damn purpose in life. I’d protest again, maybe even throw in a token struggle for pride’s sake, but my bones are syrup, my skin still sings with the pain Nick didn’t quite finish healing, and honestly? I’m too damn tired to be fierce right now. At the top of the stairs, Kai moves ahead of us, brushing past like a shadow with purpose. He opens a door at the end of the hall and steps aside, letting us in first. The room is spacious but simple, clean lines, muted earth tones, dark wood furniture polished smooth by time. One wall is packed with shel
DylanOkay so today has been a wild ride. First, I’m faced with letting my little doll go on her possibly deadly mission. Then I have to deal with my moody dragon in my head telling me how much of an idiot I am for letting her go alone. I had to busy myself around the group here by going hunting for food, when we went the most horrifying pain through our bond with Layah, so we decide to say fuck it, and rush the hellhound territory, only to find our little doll standing proudly in front of the shifters explaining her cause. I go on to find that I’m not her only mate, but that’s cool because the other is literally my childhood best friend who I thought was dead but is very much alive! A bloody whirlwind of a day. Kai explained to me quickly before when Layah flew off, that he wasn’t going to be able to come with us and I totally understand. I’m lucky mum is handing things back in my own territory. He made me swear to keep her safe, which I was obviously going to do either way, but then
“What will the council think?! They’ll kill us all for helping them!” An older gentleman yells out. “They’ll bring us down with them!” Murmurs of agreement sound through the crowd as tensions start to rise within them and I start feeling more nervous. A few shifters I can take down, but a whole species? No…I’ll be dead within minutes, my people will have no clue, they’ll be left out there in the open, the hounds will hunt for them. “You won’t be alone.” A voice I recognise booms over the others and the crowd parts. I see Dylan, tall and commanding walking towards me in clearly stolen clothes, but a soft smile and a gentle confident aura as he walks through the hellhounds. “The dragons stand with the resistance.” He makes it to my side, wrapping an arm around my waist from behind and leaning down to kiss my temple before whispering in my ear, “I spoke with mum not long ago.” He stands straight, looking over to my other side with a wide smile and opens his arms wide. “Kai. It’s been