Brothers - Dexter's Pack - George (Book Five)(22)

“And you high tail it back over the line and into the protective doom…” Zana added.

“And we eat barbecue from then on in…” Landon grumbled.

“I can control my beast…” Roloko growled.

“Well, good for you…” Landon shot back.

He didn’t like it. He liked the protecting George part, but it was having the dragon around that worried him.

George was a true alpha, and they weren’t entirely sure how that was going to turn out, but a dragon shifter…?

“He’s not living in my clan…” Landon growled back.

“Dragon’s live alone…” Roloko growled back.

“When can we try this?” Connor ignored the alphas butting heads and turned his attention back towards his mate.

“As soon as we’ve built the spell and reinforced it not to fail…” Vicky offered back.

“And nobody is going to be walking into unseen magical brick walls, right?” Justice asked.

“No,” Vicky frowned. “That would be impractical.”

“Heaven forbid a witch did something … impractical,” Dexter chuckled.

“So do it,” Connor shrugged.

“Already working on it,” Vicky pointed a finger back over her shoulder to the castle.

“Hmm,” Connor gave her a curious look.

“It’s called initiative,” Vicky tossed back at her mate.

“It’s called sneaky…” Connor grinned.

“Some might say…” Vicky challenged him with her eyes.

“The question is…” Connor turned to look at Roloko. “Does Rolo want to live on the mountain?”

“I …” Roloko frowned hard at the thought.

He’s dragon had been caged inside of him for so long that it was a tempting offer…

“Maybe find a mate – fly his … giant lizard…” Connor tempted…

“Lizard?” Landon snorted. “Crispy wolves?”

“I can control my dragon…” Roloko growled again.

“So you say, but the proof is in the pudding…” Landon grumbled back.

“Let’s hope it’s not burnt offerings…” Connor chuckled, but none of the alphas joined him, and so he snapped it off.

“For a while…” Roloko shrugged.

“But, you won’t be able to leave again…” Vicky informed him.

“He’s …” he motioned towards George. “What? Mid twenties? That gives him at most sixty, seventy years left…”

“I see your point…” Connor nodded.

“Immortals…” Landon grumbled, and Roloko shot him a look.

“You have what? Forty years?” the dragon shifter asked and Landon growled.

“Well, don’t I feel blessed…” Landon growled back.

“Just saying…” Roloko shrugged.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence that I’ll get that far,” Landon tossed back with a grunt.

“So, it’s a go then.” Connor clapped his hands together. “Go, go, little worker bees…” he shooed at the witches.

“Don’t push your luck, vampire,” Vicky hissed.

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“Kind of feels like an anti-climax … right?” Dexter said as he strolled over to where George was standing.

The man was ramrod straight with his large arms folded across his chest, and his eyes locked and loaded on the dragon shifter – mirroring his stance, and watching his every move…

“Something’s definitely missing,” George growled back.

“That would be wooing your mate, your butthead…” Dexter chuckled and watched as George snapped his attention over to his mate.

She hadn’t moved a muscle either in the time that he’d been standing guard over the dragon shifter. She stood statue still with her sword in her hand – waiting, as he was, for the other shoe to drop.

“I don’t think she’s in the mood to be wooed,” George muttered back.

“No witch is in the mood to be wooed…” Landon grumbled from behind them. He’d taken up position on a rock, and he wasn’t going anywhere until they knew what was going down.

“I can hear you…” Zana turned her nose up at the shifters.

“Now she’s definitely not in the mood to be wooed…” George grumbled.

“So, woo her anyway…” Landon muttered. “Before I get too old and shrivelled to care … I mean – I’ve only got forty or so years left in me, apparently.”

Landon shot a look at Roloko and the left side of the dragon shifter’s lip lifted in a crocked grin, but he didn’t make eye contact with the bear.

“Sour grapes old man,” Roloko said.

“Let’s talk old – immortal...” Landon shot back.

“Let’s talk wooing instead…” Dexter chuckled as George shot him another sideways scowl.

“Leave the pup alone…” Landon teased. “Maybe he’s not ready.”

George’s low, deep growl started within his chest and rumbled into his throat. He snuck a look at his mate, and she did a double take when she noticed – which caused George to look again – that time; he stared – and she stared right back…