Brothers - Dexter's Pack - George (Book Five)(11)

“Glad you approve,” Connor offered back.

He kept his distance from the new witch. He could see how her mate prowled beside her – protecting her – guarding her … and Connor had no intention of going head to head with a true alpha when they had bigger fish to fry.

“I’d much rather be heading back towards the watchers, but there might not be much time,” Zana mused.

“We need to ponder over the legend. Find a way that the text helps us to defeat the dragon…” Connor said.

“If it does,” Zana offered back.

“Well, yes, there is that…” Connor shrugged. “And most of it deals with what’s happened.”

“The killing of the mate. The triggering of the dragon awakening…” she agreed.

“Blood on the land – a battle – obviously we are going to fight…”

“Darkness above – the wings of the dragon?” Zana offered back, and just at that moment – there was a deep rumble like a growl that echoed all around them…

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Connor eyed George.

“Not me,” the man said.

“Well, it wasn’t me…” Zana said, eyeing the sky and noting the dark storm clouds that were rolling in towards the top of the mountain.

“Darkness above, seriously?” Connor scowled – but only for as long as it took for lightning to light up the thick black clouds…

“Rain puts out fire…?” Zana offered.

“We can only hope…” Connor offered back with a big dollop of sarcasm in his tone.

“So that takes care of the darkness in the text … but, it also means the dragon will be here soon,” Zana reminded him.

“No one be spared without a one true love – I’m guessing that’s you – you hold the key.” Connor shrugged again. “Otherwise why are you here?”

“Gee, I won’t take that personally,” Zana bit back to another low, deep growl from George that got neutered by another rumble of thunder.

“Stay close – now I know that you’re the key…” Connor said…

“Stay away from my mate…” George growled and his eyes flashed red.

“But not too close,” Connor offered back.

“Got it,” Zana grinned.

She kind of liked the vampire, and she got what people were talking about when they mentioned him.

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“The witch is the key,” Connor announced as he strolled into the dining room and eyed the table full of alphas. But it wasn’t just the usual suspects – Dexter’s whole pack were alphas and they were all present and accounted for… “Err, hello?” He eyed them.

“The more alphas the better our chances.” Landon said. He certainly had no qualms about fighting beside any man in that room.

“I agree…” Connor shrugged. It was just a surprise.

“Where’s George?” Brody asked.

“With his mate – trust me, you don’t want to be around Mr Growly Pants – flashy red eyes, right now. I have two of Justice’s pack watching them,” Connor offered back.

“Because…?” Landon asked.

“Because the witch seemed to want to leave – I’d rather she stayed…” Connor shrugged.

“Really? He’d take the dragon with him…” Liam chuckled.

“Constructive…” Connor offered back.

“The dragon not being here would be constructive…” Justice said.

“We’re not thinking of cutting George loose…” Dexter growled.

The man was a part of his pack…

“No,” Connor said. “Then the dragon becomes someone else’s problem, or ours on a different day if it defeats George and the witch.”

“Agreed,” Landon nodded.

“Yep,” Justice said, grinning at the bear shifter and stealing the one word which he liked so much.

“Good,” Connor nodded. “Now, we need the witches to bubble-bubble toil and trouble our way out of this…”

“I thought it was double?” Justice said.

“Double what?” Connor asked.

“The words double-double…” Landon agreed.

“I don’t care what they do, double, bubble, or boil a cauldron of frogs … as long as we have a plan,” Connor grinned.

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Roloko’s dragon had been awakened from his slumber. Summoned by the powers that be.

He could feel it within him, eager to stretch its wings in flight, but he resisted the creature’s needs.

It had begun.

A curse had been reignited in the flames of eternity. Twins had been born – one true alpha survived – and it was his task to take care of it.

Rebalance the supernatural world.

If he failed then a new linage would flourish. Another level of supernatural being would begin.

Evolution, but was the world ready?

It was not his place to question the wisdom of the elders – the ancient ones – the Pict.

Harmony must be restored.

He needed to think with clarity of purpose. He’d lived longer than anyone alive, except his kind.