though I hated it and was jealous. This must be killing him, not that I’ll ever admit that to him.
He looks to the dragon with narrowed eyes. “I do not know who you are, but we mean you no harm. We are searching for our mate, she was taken from here and we are trying to find a trail. A lead. Anything to get her back.”
The dragon blinks and then a voice blasts through our minds. Fuck, that’s why everyone hates dragons. They can get into your head and past your defenses without you even realising it.
Mate? What’s her name?
Nos tilts his head and I see a small smile there. “I have a feeling you already know, dragon.”
HER NAME!
“Dawn, her name is Dawn and she is ours. We are going to get her back.”
The hold on us breaks and we both fall to the ground around the forest god’s feet as he stands there like he’s at worship. The dragon melts, shifting in a swirl of purple and black until a man stands in its place.
Pastel purple hair, short and messy on the top, crowns his head. His eyes are black, the colour seeming to swirl. He’s tall, fucker is even taller than me and bigger. Like a tree trunk. He holds his head up, his chin tilted back like only those fucking rich pricks who sit on thrones can. Daring us to defy him as he takes us both in. In dragon form or not, he’s powerful, I can feel that. I hope he isn’t an enemy, but if he is, I will kill him. Whatever it takes to get our girl back and then I’ll never let her go again.
Fighting or not, she is mine.
“Dawn,” he rasps, voice hoarse. “She is mine.”
Interesting. I knew my little monster would call more mates. She is too powerful not to, she needs them to help balance her, there can be no power without grounding. However, even I did not expect the power of the dragon she has called. To call him forth...the power she holds is incredible.
But none of it matters if we don’t get her back. “Then we can’t fight between ourselves. She is gone, and the longer we take to find her the more damage they will do to her. We do not know what they want, but when I find them, I plan to find out.”
“Then kill them,” the dragon snaps, eyes flaring purple for a moment.
I incline my head and a smile breaks out across his face. “Can’t say I’m surprised she has more mates, but you were both not what I was expecting.”
“Well, whoop-de-fucking-doo,” Griffin snarls and looks at me. “He can sleep on the sofa, I’m not sharing my room. Now stop making pleasantries and let’s get her back.”
Used to the fallen’s grumpy nature by now, and knowing the only one who can make him smile and not kill everything is our mate, I look to them both deciding I need to take charge. Something I don’t enjoy. I like my solitude, my forest, and knowing if something happens to people it isn’t because of me, but for her I will. Someone needs to ensure they don’t kill each other and that individual looks to be me, especially if the daggers Griffin is glaring at the dragon are any indication. I even catch his eyes leaking black as he strokes his blades.
I narrow my eyes at him and he rolls his, but he drops his hand as the dragon starts to stride away, into the forest. Sighing, I call out to him, “Wrong way. Why don’t you follow us?”
He turns and with a lift of his chin, indicates for us to go first. I do, stepping through the forest like I have walked it a million times, which I have. The trees move out of my way and the plants welcome me, all making my journey easier, but I hear growling and swearing behind me and turn to see the dragon struggling over roots and branches, a disgusted sneer on his lips as he glances around before suddenly stopping, his head tilted to the side.
Griffin snorts and storms past me, smashing through the trees without a care. “Do we need a fucking leash for the dragon?” he snaps.
“Be nice,” I warn, and he snarls at me, spinning, his wings flaring out and smacking the trees on either side of us. In his eyes I see the madness from which he hides, one so deep and