by Chant, Zoe
At the command of his voice, stalagmites grew out of the ground so quickly that one pierced the wing of a fire dragon. The dragon screeched in helpless anger, fluttering for a long moment before he tore free.
He tried to rise in the air—but now Damon came down with fury, his jaw closing around the injured dragon’s throat.
Angrily, Damon shook him, then discarded him by throwing him towards the cave’s wall to his left.
The fire dragon hit the wall with a loud thud, sliding downward until he at last crashed down onto the ground.
For a long moment, he didn’t move. At last, he gathered himself up with an agonized groan, creeping towards the cave’s exit.
Damon would have stopped him, but already his attention was focused on the other dragons.
The smoke was still thick, burning in his nostrils, but it had lifted enough that he could make out what was going on.
The stalagmites had not only pierced the wing of one fire dragon, but a second dragon seemed to have been knocked unconscious by the sudden appearance of the stone formation.
He was resting on the ground, wings akimbo. As Damon watched, he seemed to return to consciousness, his head thrashing back and forth in obvious pain as he blew thin, ineffectual streams of fire from his jaw.
Three fire dragons left. Damon beat his wings to shoot up to the top of the cave once more, so that no dragon could surprise him from above.
Three... and the chimera had made a good showing against them so far, for all that his powers were weakened by the agonizing transformations he went through every few seconds.
Even as Damon hovered above, he saw a serpent’s tail strike out from the shadow. No—it was a scorpion’s tail, Damon realized, a second before the scorpion’s poisonous stinger sank right into the neck of a fire dragon.
The dragon howled in shocked pain. His body shimmered for a moment, and then shifted back into his human form.
Without his wings, he dropped like a stone. A moment before hitting the ground, he managed to shift back into his dragon, breaking his fall just in time. But already the scorpion’s poison seemed to be doing its work. A dark tint had begun to make its way up the dragon’s neck, the red scales that covered his body turning dull and dark.
When the dragon opened his jaw, only a puff of smoke escaped instead of a stream of flame.
Then, with an agonized roar, the dragon began to convulse, coughing desperately as the black continued to leech color from his scales. In an uncertain motion, his wings fluttering weakly, this dragon as well began to crawl towards the cave’s exit.
Two dragons left.
Only two dragons before his mate would be safe...
But just when Damon spread his wings, inhaling deeply for a final attack, a rush of terror came flooding his senses through the mate bond.
A trap! It’s a trap! They’ve come for us—help!
Together with Autumn’s desperate cry for help, a vision of a wall shaking and a crack forming in the stone appeared in his mind. For a moment, he couldn’t think, the instinctive need to protect his mate so strong that it overwhelmed everything else.
Power was building inside him along with his fear and his rage. Without thinking, he released it, flinging it straight at the two remaining dragons.
With a loud rumble, large rocks began to fall from the roof of the cave. One of them hit the wing of a fire dragon, who groaned in agony as he began to tumble towards the ground. The second came to his rescue, stabilizing him at the last moment with a wing he thrust beneath the other dragon’s wounded wing.
No, Damon realized even through his shock. He wasn’t stabilizing him—he was helping him to escape.
Both dragons had begun to make their way to the exit of the cave, retreating along with the other wounded dragons. At any other time, Damon would have rushed after them—but there was no time left. His mate was in mortal danger.
With one final outburst of his power, Damon called upon his element—and the stone answered.
With a loud groan, stone burst forth from the walls of the cave. A heartbeat later, the fire dragons were gone from their sight, a heavy wall of rock sealing off the cave’s exit, with the fire dragons free to make their escape—and the chimera safe from further attack.
Damon didn’t even stop to see whether the chimera had been wounded.
Terrified for Autumn, he hurled himself straight back into the system of caves he’d come from. Even as he beat his wings to shoot down the large corridor that led into the heart of the mountain, he sent out his dragon’s senses.
And there, right where the mate bond vibrated with his mate’s love and fear, a new shadow had appeared.
Smoke. Fire. Shadow.
The same shadow that had blocked his sight of the council chamber earlier was now blocking him from reaching out to the stone of the prisoner’s caves.
Roaring with helpless fury, Damon rushed along the path on his feet when it grew too small for flight, his claws striking sparks on the rock.
He ran as he’d never run before, his heart pounding in his chest—and then he came to a sudden, shocking stop.
Instead of the opening leading to the stairs that lead down to the cells, a heap of fallen rocks was in his way.
The stone was hot, smoke rising from it here and there.
Fire.
The stairs had collapsed. His way was blocked. And in the cells beyond, his mate was trapped with the fire dragons...
Chapter Nineteen: Autumn
“Do you live here?” Autumn asked, smiling faintly at Ginny in an attempt to hide her fear.
Showing that she was afraid wouldn’t do anything to help right now—and even though Braeden seemed nice enough for a fire dragon, Autumn still didn’t want him to see how terrified she was.
Silently, Ginny shook her head.
Well, so much for conversation, Autumn thought with an internal sigh.
After a moment, Ginny spoke after all. “I suppose I do now—I’m helping out with the cooking and washing, now that there’s a prisoner living here. It’s just for a few weeks though. I’m from Mountain View. The storm dragon’s home,” she clarified when Autumn didn’t react.
“Oh,” Autumn said, her curiosity immediately piqued. “I’ve never met any of the other dragons—only the griffin shifter who came to summon us. What’s it like?”
“It’s a good town to live,” Ginny said softly. “You know about the dragon’s peace?”
Autumn nodded. “All sorts of different shifters living peacefully together. Because no one wants to annoy a dragon, I suppose?”
Ginny nodded. “Exactly.” A rare smile tugged on her lips. “Like wolves and dogs. Or cat and mouse.”
Her smile widened, and immediately Autumn felt more at ease in the company of the soft-spoken woman.
“I can see how that’s appealing. It must be difficult as a mouse shifter,” Autumn said, then flushed. “Sorry if that sounded insulting! I still don’t know much about shifters. I never even knew they existed until I met Damon.”
“It’s all right,” Ginny murmured after a moment, although there was a sudden sadness in her eyes. “It’s different in Mountain View. I’m happy there. I suppose I wouldn’t be as happy in other places...”
When she fell silent, Autumn saw that her lips were tightly pressed together, and that Ginny had shifted to look at the cave’s wall instead.
Well, I suppose that hit a nerve, she thought with another sigh. Well done, Autumn. If I get out of this alive, I need a remedial course in shifter small talk and politics.
From behind them, the fire dragon made a scoffing sound.
“She makes it sound like a paradise—but the truth is that the council of elements is simply too powerful to disagree with. The dragon’s peace—what a nice word for what’s really just the law of the strongest. That’s what it has always been. And now those same dragons that have no qualms at all about ruling the world based on their own power call us monsters and beasts, because we’re doing the exact same.”
“But you don’t want peace.” Autumn turned around to glare at Braeden. “You want war. If I were a mouse, or a lion, or even a, a... a marsupial, I wouldn’t want to live in any town of yours.”
Braeden stared at her in confusion once more. “What’s a marsupial?”
Autumn huffed and crossed her arms, giving the fire dragon the same, unimpressed stare her mother had given her when she’d refused to do her homework as a child. “Mammals who raise their young in a pouch.”
Finally vegging in front of animal documentaries after works pays out.
“You really don’t know anything about this world you’re trying to conquer, do you?” she then added in a pitying tone. “Have you tried, I don’t know... watching TV before deciding to wage war on all of humanity? Next you’ll tell me you’ve never heard about humans walking on the moon.”
Braeden crossed his own arms, glaring at her. “We’ve had to hide away from the outside world because of your kind. Mock me if you want, but you better remember that all of this is the fault of your ancestors. And I might know nothing about your teevee, but I’m no fool. Walking on the moon, ha! Even dragons can’t survive flying that high. Do you think I’m stupid?”
Autumn stared at Braeden with wide eyes. Then, suddenly and uncontrollably, she began to laugh. She couldn’t stop until there were tears in her eyes and she had to gasp for breath, while Braeden was staring at her with a deeply insulted expression.
“Oh no,” she panted, pausing to giggle again. “It’s true. You really don’t know about Lance Armstrong and the moon. NASA? Rockets? The space shuttle? Doesn’t ring a bell at all?”
Braeden glared at her in insulted silence.
Autumn wiped the tears from her eyes. “I’m sorry, I know this is rude—but you’ve really decided that humans aren’t worth anything without even looking at the things we’ve done? We’ve walked on the moon, Braeden. We have satellites flying around the earth in space. We’ve even sent a rover to Mars.”
All of a sudden Autumn was very glad that she’d spent way too many tired evenings in front of her TV, dozing off to her beloved documentaries. Maybe she knew nothing about the world. Maybe it had taken her until now to even leave her own country.
But at least she wasn’t completely blind to everything that had been going on in the world for the past few centuries.
“We should get you Netflix in here,” she said and gave Ginny a grin. “I bet that would help more than whatever it is they’re trying to do to reason with you.”
“What’s a net flicks?” Braeden asked suspiciously. “Some dark chimera magic?”
Autumn failed to hold back another giggle
She’d just turned back around to try and see how Braeden would react to an explanation of the internet when the ground began to shake beneath her.
The rock released a deep, agonized groan. From above, dust and small stones began to fall.
Terrified, Autumn grabbed Ginny’s arm.
“What’s going on—” she began but was interrupted by Braeden.
“Hush,” he said, pressing a finger to his lips. He stood perfectly quiet, listening to something.
Her heart pounding, she stared at the fire dragon, who in turn stared at the walls of the cave with a frown.
For a moment, everything was silent. Then there was another distant rumble, and Braeden straightened, his face grim.
“They’ve found us,” he said simply.
Autumn turned to stare at the wall.
Nothing had changed. There was only blank rock where the door had been. There was no way the fire dragons could know where they were—unless...
“You’ve drawn them here,” she accused, turning back to glare at Braeden.
Impatiently, Braeden shook his head. “There’s not much time left. Quiet now. They're very close. I can feel them working.”
“But they have no power over the stone,” Autumn began.
“Fire can melt stone,” Braeden said quietly. “They’re not strong enough to melt these walls, I don’t think—but there are faults in every rock. Apply some heat, and even the strongest stone will crack. All they need to do is find the fault lines in this wall...”
As if in answer to his words, there was another low rumble.
“What do we do?” Autumn asked, turning to stare at Ginny in fear. “Is there anything we can do?”
This might be the safest place in the mountain—but she still hated the thought of being trapped.
Ginny shook her head. “We wait. Once Damon has dealt with the attack on the chimera, he’ll immediately return to you.”
“I hate this,” Autumn muttered, watching the rock where the door had been.
Were the fire dragons standing outside the wall even now? Or perhaps they were just attacking the mountain in random places, trying to find out where the prisoner was hidden...
It felt like the air was getting warmer inside their cave. Autumn suddenly realized that there were no windows in here—which meant that air had to come from somewhere. Maybe there was a ventilation shaft large enough for a mouse...
The ground beneath her began shaking again, hard enough that Autumn stumbled and had to grab hold of the bars to steady herself. Terrified, her hands clenched around the stone. Suddenly, there was a loud boom echoing through the rock all around her.
Even without being able to see what was going on, it felt like some sort of explosion had taken place.
Dust was raining from the stone above her. For a moment, she couldn’t make out the wall where the entrance had been, lost in a cloud of dust.
Coughing, she closed her eyes, clutching her fingers so tightly around the bars that it hurt. In her mind’s eye, she could still see the golden shimmer of the strange connection between Damon and her. With all her strength, she focused on it.
A trap! It’s a trap! They’ve come for us—help! she shouted silently through the mate bond, praying that somehow, the message would get through to him.
The golden chain of light seemed to gleam more intensely for a moment. She kept reaching along it, searching, hoping—
And then Ginny gasped softly, breaking her focus.
When Autumn opened her eyes again, the dust had settled down around them. The wall was still standing, although she thought that she was now able to make out the outline of the door once more, which had been hidden before.
But that wasn’t what had made Ginny gasp. Wide-eyed, the mouse shifter was staring at a point somewhere behind Autumn.
And when Autumn turned, she saw just what had Ginny so terrified.
Shit!
The bar she had clutched was still standing. But to the right, three of the small columns of stone had collapsed—and Braeden had made its way through them.
The fire dragon was free. And even though Damon had assured her that he’d been dosed with enough dragonsbane to keep him from shifting or using his powers, she couldn’t help but stare at him in open dismay.
Braeden met her gaze for a moment. Then, to her great relief, he turned away from her. Slowly, he walked towards the wall and carefully touched his hand to the faint outline of the door. A heartbeat later, he flinched away.
“This is bad,” he murmured when he retreated to their side. “The wall is hot. They must’ve made the tunnel outside collapse. And now they’re searching the stone with their fire to find out where you’ve imprisoned me.”
“Bad for us, you mean,” Autumn said bitterly. “I’m sure you can’t wait to be reunited with your friends.”
It was probably wrong to antagonize him, even though he couldn’t breathe fire at her right now. But he was still dangerously strong, with the same broad shoulders and muscular build of an athlete—or an ancient warrior.
Because that was what he was. He was an ancient warrior who hated humanity and hadn’t even heard about the internet or the Mars rover. And she was trapped in a cave with him.
Aren’t I lucky.
“You’ve got nothing to fear from me,” Braeden said,
then turned to look at Ginny. “Neither do you. I swear it on my honor—as little as that might mean to you.”
“Well, that is all very nice, but I’ve met your friends,” Autumn pointed out. “And they didn’t seem to care a lot about my life or their honor.”
“No,” Braeden said simply. “They don’t.”
“How reassuring,” Autumn muttered.
“Hush. We need to think.”
“About what? There’s no way out. And since when is it we?” Autumn demanded.
The fire dragon ignored her. Instead, he eyed Ginny thoughtfully.
“You know your way around these tunnels.”
Ginny stared at him for a long moment, then simply shrugged. “A little.”
“You’ve been bringing me my food pretty much since they imprisoned me in here,” Braeden said. “Did they fly you in, or is there a way in and out of these caves for shifters without wings?”
Again Ginny gave him a considering look.
“There is,” she murmured at last. “But it’s of no use to you. We’re trapped in here.”
“I can’t use my powers, no.” Braeden grimaced, shifting his shoulders instinctively, as if even the thought of his wings hurt him. “But you’re a shifter. Any special abilities that we don’t know?”
Ginny stared at him with a bitter look. “I’m a mouse shifter. So no.”
“Mouse,” he murmured, staring at her as if lost in thought. “If I could use fire to force the rock to split—but never mind. What about you?”
“Me?” Autumn asked in shock when she suddenly found herself the recipient of the fire dragon’s intense gaze.
Even with his powers safely locked away by the dragonsbane, she could see a distant hint of flames in his eyes.
“I’m not a shifter, you know that. I’m just human.”
“Still,” Braeden muttered, “you’re a dragon’s mate. The mate of the dragon of earth, to be precise. Mated, some of his power might be shared...”
“Oh, we haven’t... I mean, we aren’t yet, not really,” Autumn began, flushing as he kept staring at her.
If there was anything worse than being trapped with a fire dragon in a cave, then it was having to explain the details of her sex life to said fire dragon.