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Flashes of fire filled the sunny blue skies, increasing the already terrible heat. Portia watched the fight with her arms crossed, with Una on her right and Ocho on her left. Lou, the bartender, lounged, bored and drinking a cocktail as he bet the pixie waitress on which dragon would win.
Grey thought it was all very dramatic. This wasn’t the way they were supposed to behave themselves out in the world. Especially not when nearly all of the patrons knew they were in the resort for a company retreat. Surely Portia would be livid. Lou might be amused, but the bartender couldn’t have all that much power.
Grey flapped his wings and sent a spray of fire into the air, right between the fighting dragons, Jorge and Richard. To keep things nice and confusing, all three dragons were blue like all Verlice dragons. The only differences were in the subtle shades of blue along their large scaly bodies.
In their older age, Jorge and Richard had started to fade a bit, but Grey could easily tell them apart, having known them his entire life. He sent a second spray of fire between the dragons to get their attention, but he had no luck. They continued to tear into each other with teeth and talons.
With a controlled movement of his wings, Grey coasted close enough to Richard to grab his tail, and he then used his shifter strength to drag the creature away. Confused, Richard growled and shot fire at Grey, who moved aside just in the nick of time.
Jorge flew away without turning his back toward Greyson. He wondered if Jorge had recognized him. Surely, both dragons wouldn’t comprehend why the alpha’s son was intervening and not the alpha himself. Grey was stepping in for his father, and no longer would he allow this kind of behavior. It was a disgrace to all the dragons of the world.
Unsurprisingly, Richard was the fiercest of the two dragons. He didn’t care if he injured one of the alpha’s sons. He flapped his wings, beelining right for Grey, who dove out of the way with an expert spin through the air. Richard spewed fire at him in a long line. Grey managed to escape it, but he hadn’t accounted for Jorge’s fire. The flame caught him right in the chest. Dragons were not imperious to another dragon’s fire.
It singed and burned him.
Grey wasn’t having it ... now even angrier, he flew at Jorge, dug his talons into the other beast’s chest, and crashed them into the ground. Pinned into a deep pit of sand, Jorge lay motionless while Grey roared right in his face in a terrible warning.
You move, you die!
Richard was hovering over the water. Every time he flapped his wings, waves crashed along the shore. Richard sent a spray of fire toward Grey, and he spread his wings wide to protect the gawking onlookers from the deadly flames. He howled in pain. His ears wrung with his own shouts.
You don’t hurt innocent people, Grey shouted!
He flew at Richard, aiming for the center of the other dragon’s chest, but at the very last second, he veered left. In another second, he went for the right.
Richard fell for the decoy, leaving his right wide open. It was a big mistake. Grey didn’t waste his time and kicked at the dragon, all the while flapping his wings. He added a dose of fire to make sure Richard was disoriented. Grey drove onto Richard using this momentary advantage, hoping to repeat his earlier move.
Richard was having none of it. He kicked and scratched at Grey, who finally landed in the water. The two dragons scrambled out, but Grey was faster. He grabbed Richard by the tail again and dragged him backward. Grey dunked Richard under the water before giving him a chance to take a breath of hot fire air.
He dragged Richard to the shore, and finally, the alpha stepped forward.
TWENTY-THREE
GREYSON
Greyson dragged Richard toward his father. The alpha didn’t look nearly as angry as he should have been.
“Stop this fighting immediately,” Dad shouted without any further instructions.
Richard huffed and puffed, but finally, he shifted back after Greyson growled at him in warning. It was only once Richard was once again a human that Grey also took his human form. He didn’t trust Richard around so many innocent bystanders. Though why they were all still gathered, he didn’t understand. Didn’t they have something better to do than to stand around in a dangerous situation?
More to the point, why did Dad look so calm?
“We are leaving the resortimmediately,” Greyson roared. “Every dragon is to go pack their stuff. I want every single one of you in the lobby in thirty minutes. And you two,” he pointed toward the bloodied-up Jorge and Richard. “I don’t want you out of my sight.”
Dad nodded. “Thanks for handling that, Greyson.”
Grey flashed a furious glare at his father. They needed to have a serious conversation about how the pack was run.
Jaymes offered a shy, “I can walk Jorge back to his cabin so he can pack his stuff. Someone else can escort Richard.”
Grey nodded. “Better yet, go pack his shit for him.”
Lou swaggered forward. “I’ll make sure our two fighting dragons get their stuff ready to go. I can keep an eye on them if you want to say your goodbyes.” The demon’s eyes cut to Kaia.
She hugged herself tightly, watching the scene unfold with sad eyes. Rachel and Ian stood on either side of her, glaring at him, but he wasn’t sure why.
“Thanks, Lou.”
