Brothers - Dexter's Pack - George (Book Five)(19)
It was just a case of who blinked first…
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Roloko took to flight. He had little option – the beasts were on the move, trying to surround him on all sides, and he couldn’t let that happen.
He wasn’t the fastest of them. He needed to rise above to see where the next challenge was going to come from…
The witch had surprised him with her attack, and he hadn’t wanted to hurt her too badly, but he obviously didn’t trust that she’d felt the same way about him.
As it was the vampire had taken the hit. Good for him. He liked a man who fought with honour.
As for the witch with the sword – he wouldn’t misjudge her again.
He rose from the ground with a screech of anger and pain. His wing still hadn’t healed. His bones still felt damn cold, and the sword had injured his tail … none of that felt life threatening. None of it gave him a reason to abandon his kill for now.
He would still be able to defeat the true alpha, and the witches’ magic could do little to him – they could only manipulate nature as they had done with the ice storm. But he knew that if they tried to use that tactic now, then they would kill themselves and their mates in the process…
He had the upper hand, but in case they were in any doubt…
He filled his chest with the crisp air and let loose the fire that hit the castle and set it to burn…
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“The others…” Chelsea saw the flames licking the castle and felt the rush of panic within her…
“The tunnels will survive it…” Connor assured her.
“We need to magic the damn thing…” she bit out. She preferred to fight one on one, but there was no damn way that she could take a dragon on in a fist fight.
She aimed her magic at the beast, but even with a damn good kick in the pants that she should have given it – nothing happened.
“We need a damn big leash, or a really big stick to beat it with…” Connor said.
Vicky looked up.
The dragon wasn’t that far away … she pulled on the collective magic of the witches inside the castle and forced it out of her fingertips in one blast that missed the beast, but caught the top of Connor’s tree – the crack of the magic hitting the trunk echoed through the air; as she grabbed the thick bough with her magic and wrenched it towards her…
“My branch…” Connor bit out, but he knew what his mate had planned, and he made damn sure that he was out of the way as the trunk smashed down onto the dragon’s back and sent the beast tail spinning downwards…
“Really big bloody stick…” Vicky bit out.
“I don’t think magic works…” Zana bit out. “I hit it with my sword that was laced with magic and nothing…”
“Manipulate your surroundings,” Vicky said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Connor asked.
“We hit it with really thick things, wanna volunteer?”
“Throw an alpha at it. We’ve got plenty,” Connor said and heard every wolf growl at him.
“You wanna get your backside bitten off?” Vicky asked.
“Alphas – no damn sense of humour…” Connor muttered, but there wasn’t any more time left – the dragon was shaking itself off for another strike…
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
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“Storm – we need a storm…” Vicky decided.
“Don’t freeze our backsides, Vicky…” Brody growled as he stalked the imaginary line around the beast along with the others, he shifted into his wolf and felt a lot better for it.
The dragon started to push up…
Landon’s bear raced for the tail. He didn’t much like the idea of going for a ride, but he hoped it wouldn’t come to that…
George’s wolf raced towards Roloko. The beast was outsized and outweighed by the might of the dragon – but the man didn’t care.
George knew that the alphas were going to attack to protect what was theirs, and he wasn’t about to stand by and watch it happen.
Zana was hard on his heels. Her magic was somewhat useless against the beast, but she still had her sword – if she got close enough, maybe she could inflict some lasting damage, enough, hopefully, for the alphas to do their thing…
Landon sunk his claws into the dragon’s tail and his jaws clamped around whatever he could find. When the dragon released a piercing screech; he had to guess that someone had hit him where it hurt…
When Roloko whipped his tail – Landon held on for dear life…
The winds had been whipped up. Rain fell in bucket loads rather than sheets – dampening the fire that clung to the castle, and making life difficult for everyone … including the dragon…
Connor pressed forwards while the dragon was distracted by the alphas attacking in one surge. The beast was frantically whipping its tail around, trying to dislodge Landon and strike at the wolves…
“Sword…” Connor shouted to Zana, and the witch wasted no time in launching it towards him.
Connor used the dragon’s leg as a stepping stone from which to push upwards. In a heartbeat; he was upon the beast’s back – a moment later and he held the sword within both of his hands as he brought the blade down into the neck of the beast…