Satou Pendragon Novels & Stories

she whispered and ducked into another tent. “Your girlfriend?” he asked me. “My sister.” Sorin led me past the cabins and into a grand tent that stood a few yards away from everything else. Inside was a large table with around twenty chairs, maps of the surrounding areas and two workers who stood ready for his orders. “Leave us and you can take a seat.” He chose a seat opposite of where I sat down and waited for the two workers to leave the tent. “I see from your paperwork that you have no rank and no lair. How is that possible when your dragon is so rare that most people have never seen one.”

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

As Santos drew closer, one of them broke away from the other two, striding leisurely over to them and giving the seductress a lusty kiss before he turned his creepy red eyes to the old wolf. "Is this him? I thought he would look stronger mate, not this broken old toothpick you've dragged up from the trenches. Surely you are jesting with me?" Morgana laughed before turning away from Santos replying, "Calm down, Kuraokami my love; I was surprised as well, but then again they all look the same when they're dead don't they?" "We shall see." Came the Dragon's reply, as she fastened Santos chains to the younger man's wrist.