Forced To Be His Bride. Fated To Be His Mate.
Once I’m sure that it is dead, I get up and look around to see Marty, Warren, Jose, and Charlie fighting with three others while three more begin to close in.
No, you don’t! I hiss inwardly, moving forward and jumping on one. As I land on its back, it spreads its wings in an attempt to shake me off, but I hold on tight, and we begin to rise into the air.
Slowly, we rise, making those fighting look smaller and smaller until we are as high as the canopy of the trees beside us.