Page 53 of The Platinum Dragon's Courageous Mate

Wiver melted into him, an excited, buzzing sound on the air. Someone wanted his boy, wanted to be best friends.

Logan dropped to the ground beside him.What the hell, man?

Meet Wiver the wyvern. My boy’s familiar.

Wiver chirruped, and then bowed, turning a deep rose.

Logan gave half a bow in return. “Welcome to Oro Escondido, wivern.”

Another clicking, whistling sound rang out, and then Wiver relaxed, going boneless, and the soft snores immediately followed.

He’s exhausted. He fought the wards hard. I’ll take him back to the house if you call off the alarm.

I’ll make sure nothing followed him,Logan murmured.

Thank you, friend.He headed home, streaking toward his mate and his son. Bryant followed behind, staying close.

Kieran, it’s Micah’s familiar! They’re going to be best friends.And they would both protect the new baby.

Is he all right? Does he need help?

Meat. I think these guys are carnivores. He’s very tired. I think he’s been traveling a long way.

Possibly between dimensions…

I’ll tell Alban.

Papa! Wiver! Mine own Wiver!Micah’s voice was pure joy.

I know, my love. T Micah was advancing so much faster now. It amazed him every day.

“Wiver. I here!”

The wyvern shivered and woke, eyes popping open. There was joy-happy-love, the wyvern going bright rose pink.

Micah shot across the room, chunky little legs going ninety to nothing. The wyvern ran to Micah, wrapping around him, hugging him happily, nuzzling Micah’s baby cheek.

“Wow.” Kieran came to stand next to him. “That’s a little wild.”

“Yeah, I thought so too.”

“I’m glad you got there first.” Kieran stared at Micah with wide eyes.

Lachlan nodded. He shuddered to think what would have happened to the poor creature had Logan or Bryant gotten there first, but then they were guardians too. They probably would have figured it out.

Micah headed into the house, calling, “Ah-BAN! Ah-BAN!”

He could hear Alban calling back. “Yes, my little love?”

Wiver need meat!

“Wiver?” Alban smiled at the wyvern. “Well, welcome home, sweet one. Are you hungry?

There was an intense wave of longing, and an undulation that seemed to be a bit of begging.

“Come on, you two.” Alban scooped them up. “Let’s get some nummies.”

Micah cheered, and the wyvern flopped in Alban’s arms with a happy sound.