The Pack's Dragon
The wings were not wings as Samuel’s were, like those of a bat covered in black membrane, rather Ember’s wings were those of fire, the flickering flame generating enough heat to lift the ends of her long red hair.
“Ember’s got her wings back,” Aislen announced to her men as they joined her on the wall. She could see Samuel pressed back against the wall of the house; his skin smeared with soot so that he blended into the shadow.
“Oh, wow,” Cameron’s jaw dropped. “Destroyed the garden.”
It was true. The plant life within the walled garden was crumbling into ash.
“Killed the car,” Talen added ruefully. The 4WD they’d arrived in showed scorch marks that had bubbled the paintwork on the bonnet an