The Dragon's Charm (Elemental Dragons Book 4)

by Emilia Hartley

  “You’ll manage the weather better as a wolf. I’ll be fine,” he said, his teeth chattering.

  “I need to help keep you warm until you can shift. We just need to find something for you to wear,” she replied, defiantly.

  Alex sniffed again at the air. He smelled something delicious; roast ham. It was slow cooking on an open fire somewhere nearby. Then he smelled the strong scent of wood burning in a fireplace and knew exactly where to go.

  “Come with me,” he said, “I think I’ve found something.”

  Alex took Cynthia by the hand and started making his way toward the smell of fire, meat, and salvation.

  CHAPTER 12

  “How can you smell that?” she asked.

  “I don’t know,” he replied, “I just can. Maybe it’s whatever is keeping me from shifting.”

  Cynthia stopped in her tracks. Enough was enough. It was time to get to the bottom of this.

  “What’s going on?” she asked, crossing her arms. Alex faced her, bowed his head and rubbed at the bridge of his nose with his fingers. She furrowed her brow in frustration. “You had a golden opportunity to get rid of a bear and you hesitated.”

  “I’m not a murderer,” Alex said quietly through clenched teeth.

  “I know you aren’t, but this is war,” she urged, “at this point, it’s us or them. This battle needs to end so we don’t lose anyone else. Who knows what that bear did to your father.”

  “This whole fight makes no sense,” he started, “Why are we fighting a group of shifters that never showed any signs of aggression before? Hell, I’ve been served in a restaurant run by bears in the past and they never so much as looked at me funny. Something made them this way and rather than figure out what it is, we’re just going to wipe them out? How is that any different from what they’re trying to do to us?”

  Alex spun on his heels in frustration. Cynthia knew she’d struck a nerve; she reached out and hugged him from behind.

  “I’m just worried about you,” she said, “Your heightened senses, your terrifying black wolf; I’m scared by how much you’ve changed.”

  Alex rotated around her embrace and his arms coiled around her shoulders, he held her close enough to whisper in her ear.

  “Everything will get better,” he said, “I promise.”

  She wasn’t entirely sure he believed it, but she accepted his reassurance. She saw now that she needed to be there for him, there was no way he could do this alone. As long as she was there, she knew he’d find a way to overcome this.

  A chill came over the evening’s air and it stung her nostrils with each breath. They needed to start moving quickly.

  “I really think you should shift,” he said.

  “And, I already told you that we’re in this together. Let’s just go fast. Are we far?”

  Alex sniffed at the air.

  “It’s close,” he said, “let’s run.”

  He held her hand tightly and pulled her along, quickening his pace to a jog. The rocks from the cliff soon gave way to mud, which eventually became grass. The fog broke, and Cynthia gasped when she could finally see further than ten feet in front of them.

  Evergreen trees spread out as far as the eye could see, rolling through tall hills and rich valley. It was a sea of green. A low rumbling fog poured between the thick forest and filled the gaps between the trees. The moon was occluded partially behind a trail of thick clouds that stretched over the night sky. The most beautiful part for Cynthia was seeing the evening stars fill the darkness above them. There wasn’t a single space you could look that didn’t have light radiating down.

  Beautiful.

  If only it weren’t freezing, she might have spent more time taking in the sight. Alex pushed against her shoulder to get her attention. He pointed out in the distance a small log cabin on a hilly clearing. Its chimney bleated out tufts of thick smoke and the fire inside illuminated the tiny windows. Cynthia smiled at Alex and again they resumed their run. Knowing their destination lightened their step and within minutes they closed the gap.

  The log cabin looked somewhat similar to the cabin in which they’d spent last night. Perhaps it was fate that they would find somewhere like this waiting for them. The front door was latched shut and mounted by heavy iron hinges. The pine needle covering the roof was in a state of despair but still held firmly. Stacked beside the house was a bundle of wet lumber with an old rusted axe.

  “I’m going to go knock,” Alex said.

  “Are you crazy? You haven’t got any clothes on. What would you do if you opened the door to a naked person in the middle of the night?” she scolded.

  “It depends, is it you?” he joked. Cynthia slapped him in the arm. “Okay, fine, I’ll just have a look in the window. Wait here,” he said.

  Cynthia nodded while Alex stalked toward the window. The only sound she heard was the rustling of the trees in the wind and the calls of birds on the hunt.

  After peering for a moment Alex motioned for Cynthia to join him. He stood to his full height and walked to the front door which opened without a fuss.

  It wasn’t very large inside. The heat from the small fireplace licked at a slowly rotating haunch of meat spinning over the fire. A wash basin sat against the wall nearest the door with a plate and cup waiting on top. In the center of the room was a single rocking chair covered in knit blankets. Against the wall to the left was a bed that screamed for company. However, despite the amenities, the cabin was empty.

  “Who would leave a place like this?” she wondered.

  “Let’s make this quick,” Alex said.

  Cynthia plopped into the rocking chair. The heat from the fire had baked the blankets to perfection and all the tension and cold left her in an instant. She probably could have fallen asleep right there if smell of the meat on the spit wasn’t so intoxicating. She brought herself close to the fire and picked at the meat on the spit, tearing a piece off to satisfy her hunger.

  Ham. So delicious. The juice from the meat rolled down the back of her throat. Considering her hunger, she was surprised she didn’t wolf down the entire piece in a single bite.

  “It’s not the best thing I’ve eaten,” she said, taking more, “but it’s the best thing I’ve eaten today.” She handed some to Alex and he gobbled it down without a second thought.

  “This looks promising,” Alex said. He kicked open a footlocker on the floor at the end of the bed. Inside were bundles of plaid clothing fit for any mountain man and a pair of thick hiking boots. Alex hastily donned the shirt which sagged on his chest, and tugged on the only pair of jeans that remained in the locker. They were a tad large but as long as he held them up with his hand they were alright.

  It’s a shame he had to cover up. Cynthia shook her head to keep herself from staring. Alex looked ridiculous but that was hardly the point. He would be warm.

  “Here, if you want one,” Alex said, tossing another red plaid shirt to Cynthia.

  “I’ll be fine with my fur,” she replied, throwing the shirt back.

  The door behind them creaked open. Alex was lucky to be behind the opening door and almost invisible to the intruder but still he froze in place as the stranger entered. Cynthia’s eyes went large as a bushy bearded mountaineer got an eyeful with his one good eye.

  The stranger clasped his hands and prayed to heaven.

  “Thank you lord,” he said with a raspy old voice.

  Alex snuck up behind him and pulled the man’s jacket hood over his face before shoving him to his bed.

  “What the hell!?” the man shouted while he scrambled with his jacket on the bed, “who did that?!”

  Cynthia giggled but knew it was time to go and she sprinted for the door.

  “Thank you for your hospitality,” Alex said, closing the door fast behind them. They sprinted for the tree line. Cynthia called out to her wolf and it obeyed, taking over her body. The familiar pain of the shift sent shivers down her spine as her muscles tore and bones crunched into their new place.
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  It wasn’t long before they heard the frustrated voice of the mountain man echo through the hills, cussing up a storm. It was nice to be warm again.

  CHAPTER 13

  Cynthia’s tail wagged proudly beside Alex. Her thick coat must have kept her quite warm. More so than the simple plaid shirt and jeans that Alex wore. His feet were still bare and frozen but it wasn’t as bad as before. His hand held firmly at the waistband of the oversized jeans, making sure they didn’t slip from their new home. In his other hand he clutched the plaid shirt he’d offered Cynthia.

  He couldn’t stop thinking about Cynthia by the roaring fire, completely naked. The thought itself was arousing him. He made a mental note to get a fireplace for Cynthia’s house.

  The gray clouds from before stretched and eventually covered the stars. Rain began to descend, getting caught by the branches of trees that provided only the barest of shelter. Still, an errant drop would find its way between his collar, and sting sharply at the skin on his neck.

  A foul but familiar smell swirled around them as they trudged onward; the scent of motor oil and gasoline. Maybe it was his dad, coming to the rescue once again. He tried to push out the thought of his disappointed father finding them in their current state.

  At least you’d get home faster and be able to forget all this.

  They pressed onward through the thick woods until they came upon a two lane road; both directions disappeared into the ominous fog that still surrounded them.

  The sounds of engines echoed down the road and close. The pair followed alongside the road as the sound grew louder and the stench stronger. Light spilled from a roadside stop. A tall wooden sign on the roof, illuminated by two flood lights, read ‘Otto’s Pub’; it stood by itself nestled between trees on one side and a dirt parking lot on the other. It looked like a box turned upside down with a door leading inward. Outside the front sat a row of motorcycles leaning precariously on their kickstands. It definitely wasn’t a yellow-ish truck with a shitload of dents caused by bears.

  “I’m going to go ask directions. Maybe one of them knows how we can get on the right track that will lead us home. It’s probably for the best that you wait in the forest,” Alex said to Cynthia.

  She defiantly shifted back. Her gorgeous human figure bloomed from the wolf and Alex knew what she was about to say.

  “We’re in this together, I’m going with you,” she said.

  “It might be hard considering you aren’t wearing anything,” Alex said, pointing to her naked chest.

  Cynthia seductively stepped into his space, unbuttoned his shirt, and pried it from his chest. Slipping into the shirt she took a sniff at the collar and smiled.

  “I had a second shirt. I could have just given it to you,” he said.

  “This one smells like you,” she said, kissing Alex on the cheek.

  Alex shuddered, but not from the cold. He put on the second shirt, while trying to control his boner. He took a quick look at Cynthia. The size of the shirt just barely covered her down to her thigh, which was definitely an improvement, but he could still see her butt pressing against the fabric. Ignoring her lack of clothing, she took him by the hand and started for the pub.

  “I’m not waiting in the woods for this. What if you get in trouble? You’ll need help,” she said, “Remember? You can’t shift.”

  But, what if you get in trouble?

  He couldn’t stop watching her little legs move as she danced across the road, barefoot. The things he would do to her if they had the time.

  On the one step porch leading toward the entrance, three large bikers talked obnoxiously about who knows what. Alex caught the one man facing the road clearly staring at his beautiful Cynthia wearing only a shirt. Alex growled below his breath.

  “Hey there girlie,” he said, “looks like you came to the right place.”

  Cynthia continued to walk but still cocked an eye at the obvious come on.

  It took the rest of the bikers a second to catch on but when they noticed Cynthia they tried their best pick-up lines. Alex was ready to gag before they started.

  “Those are some nice legs, I’d love to have them wrapped around me,” said one.

  “Does that shirt come in a smaller size?” asked another as he reached his hand out to lift the shirt.

  Cynthia slapped his hand away and Alex stepped between the two.

  “I told you, you should’ve waited in the woods,” Alex whispered.

  “Ask them,” she urged. Alex coughed to clear his throat.

  “Any of you guys know the fastest way to-”

  “Listen, kiddo,” the larger one interrupted, placing a meaty hand on Alex’s shoulder, “if you’re looking for directions you came to the wrong place; unless you have something to trade.”

  The stranger eyed Cynthia ravenously. Fuck this; he needs to learn some manners. Alex’s was beaming with anger. The biker’s didn’t smell like wolves, he could beat them easily. Hell, even Cynthia could probably beat a few of them. With that thought, he exhaled out his rage, and brushed the stranger’s hand from his shoulder.

  “I’m sure someone inside would be willing to help,” Alex said, turning to Cynthia.

  “You won’t find anyone in there that’ll help” The biker laughed. His two comrades joined in on the laughter.

  Fucking creeps.

  Alex pushed into the bar with Cynthia in tow. It was well lit by wall sconces that cast shadows on the ceiling. Every booth and table was occupied by a mix of bulky men and scantily clad women. Cigar smoke filled the air and nearly overloaded Alex’s heightened senses, while country music blared over the jukebox that sat against the back wall.

  The center of the space was dominated by a large rectangular bar where two servers were going mad in an attempt to keep up with drink orders. Pitchers of beer flowed to the patrons who eagerly guzzled at their beverages.

  Nobody took notice of the pair at first, Alex scanned about the room looking for someone normal. Failing that, he looked for someone that might be helpful. It looked like this was going to be a long night. Cynthia stood close behind doing her best to keep her shirt from flying too high. A woman near the door started giving the pair looks, then a table creaked as more stared. Within moments the entire bar was whispering about the newcomers.

  Alex coughed into his sleeve and the bar launched into uproarious laughter. Fucking bikers. They’re the least helpful people in the world. He coughed again to clear his throat and started talking to the person nearest. She was roughly Cynthia’s size and wore a tightly stretched tube top that barely covered her sagging boobs. A leather jacket spilled over her shoulders and a pair of leather pants, that left nothing to the imagination, disappeared into a thick set of motorcycle boots.

  “We’re looking for-”

  “A good time?” she asked, interrupting Alex. She had a smile that screamed fuck me but Alex wasn’t in the market.

  “No that’s not quite-,” he attempted but was cut off again.

  “You’re goin’ to have to talk to someone else, kid,” she said. She ran her hand down his shirt, feeling his abs. He gulped with discomfort. Cynthia growled and bared her teeth. Getting the hint, the girl backed away.

  The bikers from outside pushed their way inside, shoving Alex a little too hard as they passed. Alex grunted while his rage continued to build. Just deal with it for now. He only needed one person to give him directions and he could get the hell out of here. That was the problem, finding someone who wasn’t a jackass. Alex approached another table.

  “Get lost,” the biker said preemptively.

  Cynthia squealed when the girl sitting at the table tugged at the edges of her shirt. She reached out a hand and slapped the woman away.

  “Hey,” the biker shouted, “nobody touches my girl but me.”

  He stood to his feet, the chair he’d been sitting on clattered to the floor. This dude was bulky to say the least. He was probably three times larger than Alex at the waist, with arms wrapped in muscle and
covered in old tattoos that showed their age. At full height, he dwarfed every other biker in the bar.

  Alex knew how this was going to go down; he knew how alpha males worked. He’d lived under the shadow of one his entire life; his sister was getting married to one. Alex was used to backing down, to hiding, to running away; but he wouldn’t dream of doing that this time. Even when his opponent could floor him easily; Alex had his pride.

  “We should go,” Cynthia whispered in his ear.

  Not this time.

  Alex stood and glared back at the biker that cast a long shadow over him. He wasn’t backing down. Alex’s heart pounded in his chest. The voice that had, until now, been silent began to whisper in his ears. Alex could do nothing to quiet its influence.

  Show them; show them what it means to be the top dog.

  “You want us to get rid of him, Mutt?” Alex heard from behind.

  “Naw,” the biker said, “I’ll take care of this one myself. He needs to learn some manners.”

  Mutt emptied his pockets on the table then cracked his knuckles and neck. The rest of the bar watched, the music cut out in the back while some laughed at the beating that Alex was about to receive.

  “They call you Mutt?” Alex asked.

  “That’s me,” He snorted and spat in Alex’s face.

  Alex wiped the saliva from his face. Cynthia started to step in to break up the fight but this wasn’t a fight he wanted stopped. He needed this right now.

  “Stand back, Cynthia,” Alex managed.

  “But-” she said.

  Alex held up a finger to hush her and she knew her place. The glare in Alex’s eyes said it all. She backed away to stand near the bar.

  Mutt reared back with his leather clad fist. He threw his entire weight into the punch. It moved so slowly Alex felt he could have dodged it blindfolded. He twisted his body out of the way and Mutt’s fist hit nothing but air. The force from the punch blew past his face and kicked up a small breeze.

  “Your one mutt that needs to be put down,” Alex said. The taunt pissed off his attacker even more. Good, let him throw all the punches he wants.