Brothers - Dexter's Pack - George (Book Five)(20)
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Roloko felt the blade piece his armoured skin. The pain screamed through his body and his mind, and he tried, and failed to launch his weight from the ground.
He whipped his tail and finally flung the bear aside, but the alpha wolves were taking their share of his flesh…
He couldn’t stay, but he couldn’t leave either…
In a moment of frenzy he used his tail to whip the alphas aside … spinning around in place, he even managed to dislodge the vampire, who jumped for firm ground…
His eyes locked onto the true alpha as the beast stood firm and proud before him.
The beasts red eyes locked with his own and challenged him…
Roloko knew that he could have crushed the alpha with one hard flick of his tail, and yet, he chose not to…
The witch’s sword was still lodged firmly within his flesh and the only way to be rid of it was to shift back into his human form…
But, would they attack as one if he did?
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“What the…?” Connor bit out at the sight of the dragon shifting back into his human form.
The man’s jet black eyes were locked and loaded on George’s beast, and a heartbeat later that beast had been replaced by the man himself.
“I came for you and only you…” Roloko roared.
His words signalled a challenge that the others couldn’t ignore.
“Here I am…” George growled with the roar of anger inside of him.
“You fight him – you fight me…” Zana held a dagger within each fisted hand. “He’s my mate.”
“Mate…” Roloko bit out as if the word tasted bitter upon his tongue.
While his own beast was so cruelly caged, he would never know a mate. It was the way of it, and had been for many centuries.
“Now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves…” Connor said, eyeing the witch, but still with half an eye on the dragon shifter.
“This is my fight,” George growled at Roloko. “Keep her out of it.”
“All I have to do is kill you and then I can be on my way…” the dragon shifter assured him.
He had no real argument with the rest of them. They’d attacked him to save their own – he respected that.
“Why do you have to kill him?” Vicky demanded…
“To keep the balance in our world,” Roloko looked at her as if she was insane. “You’re a witch – you know how this goes.”
“And a dragon is balance?” Chelsea snorted her contempt for the man and his beast.
“My dragon only awakens when there is a perceived threat…”
“Who perceives it?” Vicky didn’t give him a chance to finish.
“The ancient ones…” Roloko growled back.
“Well, we all have ancient ones – what makes them so damn special…?” she tossed back.
“They are the ones from which all supernatural came…” He growled in annoyance at the witch’s questions…
“The Pict…” she snorted her contempt for his answer…
Roloko gave a curt nod of his head…
“And your watchers are…?” Connor asked Zana, and the witch frowned.
“Pict…” she answered.
“So they’ll playing a game of chess with us here…” Connor tossed up a hand…
He didn’t like it. Pict verses Pict. Perhaps they should fight their own damn battles themselves.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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“Why does your dragon only awaken when there is a threat?” Vicky asked…
“Because dragons are long since dead and harder to hide than wolves, vampires, or other Fae … and then there is the balance thing…” Roloko growled.
He felt the hard sting of hatred within him for that decision … it wasn’t right – not for his beast.
“Not on top of the mountain…” Connor said back, eyeing the shifter, and trying to size him up…
“Now hold on a damn minute there…” Landon had shifted back into his human form the moment that he sensed which way the conversation was turning…
“It’s not the worst idea…” Connor said…
“It’s not the best damn idea either…” Landon growled…
“We’ve got pups here…” Justice growled – human again the moment that Landon had shifted…
“He’s not a monster…” Connor tossed a hand towards the man… “He’s just really … big.”
“Let’s do this…” George growled. His beast was more than ready for the fight to death…
“Hold your horses there true alpha…” Connor bit out.
“Hey…” George growled back.
“What?” Connor demanded, flustered right down to his very bones as he whipped around to face the man…
“I don’t know…” George growled back.
“Nice … logical argument,” Connor tossed his way, before he turned towards Roloko. “All I’m wondering is … do we have to get all claws and razor sharp fangs…?”