Brothers - Dexter's Pack - George (Book Five)(8)

Landon turned his head to offer a questioning look towards Dexter and the man was staring back at him in disbelief.

“Dragon?” Dexter said towards alpha, as if the man had just dropped trail on his boot.

“Don’t look at me, I didn’t say dragon…” Landon shrugged his broad shoulders.

“Well, you’re older, ever heard of a dragon?” Dexter asked, and Landon pulled his head back on his neck and regarded the man as if he was doing a raindance in the middle of a thunder storm.

“Big thing, ugly, wings, breathes fire…” Landon bit out each word…

“Funny,” Dexter snapped back.

“Not as funny as the; you’re older, line…” Landon growled. “How damn old do you think I …” he stopped in mid-flow and eyed his friend…

“Connor!” They both said together.

“The vampire,” Zana snorted. “Yeah, that’ll help … not.”

“Ok, Miss Gloomy, you wanna tell me what we’re supposed to do with a damn dragon? Invite him for barbecue?” Landon growled…

“Wouldn’t need a match…” Dexter shrugged.

“Cute,” Landon shot him a death glare.

“Mine…” George growled, and everyone’s attention snapped right back to the man.

He didn’t ask, and she didn’t offer, but then, she didn’t make a move to stop him either as he dipped his head towards her neck to take her scent at source…

“Gotta love you guys way of saying hi…” she grumbled.

“Don’t look at me, I don’t wanna sniff you,” Landon offered back with a crooked smirk.

George growled a long hard warning at the bear alpha, but he didn’t break off from devouring her scent.

“I said; I don’t want to sniff her … damn, true alphas are deaf…” Landon grumbled.

“With no sense of humour,” Dexter shot back.

“Are you seriously telling us that there’s a dragon?” Landon demanded.

He didn’t like it – that was a game changer.

“I’m not only telling you that there is a dragon. I’m telling you that it’s coming this way…” Zana assured him.





CHAPTER SEVEN


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“You wanna run that by me one more time?” Landon growled.

“It’s the curse…” Zana shrugged her shoulders and took a small step back from her mate. “Down, boy.”

George’s top lip twitched with annoyance. His brain was starting to come back to him, but it felt like a slow process of chiselling away at the alpha wolf inside of him…

“You said that!” Landon growled.

“The watchers have…”

“Wait – watchers?” Dexter asked and Landon sighed.

“Don’t stop her now …” He grumbled a growl, and George growled back. “No offence…” he bit out.

“The watchers are guardians of the fates and legends…” Zana explained and both men looked equally lost…

“Ok, get back to the dragon…” Dexter said.

He felt that the guardians might have been a story all by themselves, and Landon was right – the dragon was the most import thing right then – especially, as she seemed to think that the mythical beast was heading for them.

“Thank you…” Landon grumbled winning his point from Dexter.

“The curse…” she started and Landon groaned. “Says that a twin dies, the true alpha is born, and the dragon awakes…”

“Twin?” Dexter frowned.

“I was a twin…” George said, scowling at the man as if he wasn’t sure if he wanted to take a bite or not.

“Yeah, ok, twin,” Landon tossed a hand towards George. “How do you know that it was that twin?”

“He’s the true alpha…” Zana didn’t get what they didn’t understand.

The talisman proved that it was George. The man’s whole being proved that it was George … hell, even his red eyes proved that it was George, so, where was the uncertainly…?

“Ok…” Landon accepted that – kind of – and moved on. “Given he’s a true alpha, in principle, and given that he killed his twin, fact, what does the curse say, exactly?”

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“What is it?” Connor asked.

“Some sort of legend …” Vicky offered back.

She was more than distracted as she leaned over the book on the large dining room table and read, and re-read the body of text. It was written in Latin, and she hated Latin, picking out the words with a double meanings was always a bugbear of hers … One wrong interpretation could twist the context of the whole piece.

“Let me see…” Connor offered. “This doesn’t look that old.”

“No, it’s faded less than the rest of the pages in the book…” Vicky offered back, lifting a page and looking at the underside. “When did you get this book?”

“I think – twenty or so years – give or take a decade,” Connor offered back.

“So not helpful, darling…” she snorted.