Broken Dove(214)

“Right,” she replied, holding my hand tight, her voice holding no hope.

But keeping an eye on the activity, although our ring of wolf protectors was prevailing, and although I could see in the distance the shadowy shape of more wolves heading our way, the bird-men were popping up everywhere.

And as if to prove that true, two popped into the circle close to the girls and me.

They didn’t even get turned toward us before five wolves jumped them and viciously ripped them to shreds.

Blue sparks flew everywhere and the bird-men disappeared.

Wild.

Scary.

And totally f**ked up.

The wolves didn’t hesitate to close ranks and continue snarling and snapping at the pressing bird-men.

And blue sparks were flying everywhere.

Yelps of wounded wolves came fast and thick. I even saw some unmoving wolf bodies on the forest floor.

More bird-men formed.

Lots more.

I squeezed Loretta’s hand.

The wolves around us backed in tighter, their tails brushing our skirts.

This was not good.

The wolves were losing.

Shit!

Then it happened.

Suddenly and with little warning, bedlam turned into Armageddon.

It started with wolves in the forest suddenly turning tail and running.

That did not give me a good feeling.

It continued with the wolf circle around us falling to their bellies and pushing snout first through the snow.

This definitely didn’t give me a good feeling.

But it ended with Meeta shouting, “Down! Now!”

I hit the deck mostly because Meeta shoved me there, on top of Loretta, Meeta coming down on top of me.

Then a fiery blast of heat seared over us as the forest all around us burst into flame.

I just had the chance to peek up from under Meeta’s arm that was wrapped around my head and, I kid you not, no joke, no fooling, flapping their webby wings terrifying overhead, breathing fire all around was not one…not two…but three gigantic dragons.

I stared in shock and awe, my mouth hanging open as they stopped breathing fire. Only one was in sight and I watched it flap down and settle his ass to the scorched earth, forked tongue out and snaking around, eyes intelligent and aimed in the distance.

Meeta got up and pulled me up. I pulled Loretta up.