The Exiled Dragon
Veronica Foxi ran away from the hunterdashing through the snow in a pair of broken skisthe trees grew because i bled theredreaming walking barefoot
Mortus stood, his snarl clear as his skin healed from the blast of light.
“She’s still mine,” he taunted. “And I get anxious when I don’t get what I want.” Mortus lunged at Creed, but with one hand, Mortus’ neck was in his grasp in an instant. There was no fight. Creed’s deafening roar had me shiver. His hands went to Mortus’s neck and separated his head from his body, kicking it away.