Page 24 of The Dragon and Her Thief
It was a dragon in her territory.
She looked around at the spacious landing pad on the top of the castle. It was perfect for departures and arrivals when in her beast form.
Mythia looked east, feeling the other beast getting closer.
Mythia gave into her animal and allowed her to break free. Her clothes fell away in tattered shards. Her magic swirled around her as her beast grew to its massive size of seventy-five feet long.
Onyx, leathery scales thick as armor covered her body. Her massive talons scraped along the concrete of the landing with her first steps. She stretched out her wide wings and threw her head back. A deep roar flew from her mouth to warn the incoming intruder.
Mythia jumped up into the air, her wings carrying her in the direction she sensed the other dragon. She cut swiftly through the wind, flying higher into the thick clouds.
This was her territory, and no one had the right to invade it. For hundreds of years, she’d protected it as a promise to a good friend. Now she had even more reason to ensure Saxon Hills remained safe.
Her mate was there.
She glided through the darkened sky in search of him.
A screeching roar sounded.
He was close.
She recognized the call of the other dragon.
Xomor.
He was an older dragon she was very familiar with. She’d met him in battle almost a century ago, defending her territory.
She’d kicked his ass and sent him packing with the threat if he ever returned, she’d do it again.
The clouds parted, and her gaze landed on the blue dragon that shot through the air, headed straight toward her.
You don’t belong here! she roared through the mental link all dragons shared. It was a form of communication when in their animal forms. I warned you before.
You don’t rule me, girl, he retorted as he flew closer to her, his talons braced for attack.
She spat a line of fire toward him. He dodged it, turning on his side and flying in another direction.
This area is mine, she growled. Her beast was pissed that another dragon was within miles of her mate. She swiftly dove after him, following him as he headed toward a mountainous range.
Their speed was faster than any airborne animal, cutting through miles within minutes.
The coward thought he would run from her? She would ensure he never returned again. She picked up speed, gaining on him, her dragon’s fire spewing from her open jaws.
Xomor cut left and dove lower toward the rocky edges of the mountain. She followed close by, twisting and turning her large body while avoiding slamming into a wall of rocks.
She cursed and pulled up higher.
He was crazy to fly so low and close to the jagged earth.
Her eyes trailed him as he went higher until he came to a leveled area and landed. She flew around in wide circles overhead, unsure of what he was doing. She eyed him warily.
Come down and meet me. We can talk in our human forms! he called out.
I’m supposed to trust you? She snorted. Her beast growled, not at all trusting the blue dragon. What business would he have to discuss with her?
Her curiosity was piqued. The human side of her wanted to hear him out, while the dragon side of her wanted to destroy him.
Xomor thew his head back and roared. The surrounding air swirled as he transitioned back to his human form. He stood tall with his hands in the air, as if to show he wasn’t a threat.
