Page 25 of Red and Her Dragons (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 4)

No one heard me.

“I said, stop. Now!” My voice echoed above the fight. But still, no one listened.

I dug deep into my magic and conjured what I could muster. My hands filled with magic. I held them in front of me, facing each other, concentrating the power between them. A ball of white light formed, growing stronger with bolts of purple and blue lightning shooting within it. A grey smoke filled the orb, creating a storm.

When the ball was at a size no one would be able to ignore, I launched it into the middle of the fight. It landed with a loud boom, and the blast shook the air and ground. It exploded like a heavy artillery round. Wolves were thrown into the air in all directions. The dragons took flight. All of them glared at me.

I shrugged off the looks and faced the wolves. “If the alpha and his son want me so badly they would cause a battle with dragons, then the two of them can come for me on their own or let me be. Regardless of their actions or what you are trying to accomplish here, I’m not leaving.”

The wolves stood around whimpering and growling. None of them wanted to move. My hands instantly filled with magic. “I said leave!”

One by one, each of the wolves turned their tail around and left the castle’s property. I let out a deep breath. Tension drained from my body. Then I set my gaze on two of my men.

Bret and Marcus landed and then shifted back into their human forms. Both of them stormed toward me with equally angry gazes. I stood taller, angling my nose in the air. I regretted nothing. If they had listened to me the first time, I wouldn’t have been forced to the extreme measures I had gone to.

They forced me to break it up.

Before they reached me, I turned around and walked back into the castle.

I headed straight for the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. I needed it to help return some of the energy I expended with my stunt. Sleep also helped. So did sex, which is why so many rituals revolved around it. But those were for the witches higher up than me.

Footsteps filtered into the room. The silence thickened and I felt Bret and Marcus's gazes on me, boring holes into the back of my head waiting for me to turn around. I downed the last of my water and set the cup into the sink before turning and facing them.

They still had the same gazes on their face.

“Look,” I started. “Before you say anything, I regret nothing.”

“Do you have any idea what you could have done?” Bret said.

I glared at him. “Do you have any idea how little I care about the consequences of my behavior? I knew you two wouldn’t get hurt. That’s why I did what I did. Sorry, not sorry.”

I started to walk away. Both of the men moved to block my exit. I slapped my hands on my legs. “Move.”

“Not until you listen to reason. We aren’t mad because you used magic,” Marcus said.

“We're upset because you put yourself in harm’s way,” Bret finished.

I looked between the two of them. The seriousness of their gazes was also backed by worry. My rage and stubbornness faded, replaced by gratitude. I approached each of them. I went to Marcus first, wrapping my arms around him and lifting up on my toes to place a kiss on his cheek. Then I did the same to Bret.

“Thank you,” I said. “I appreciate your worry. Though I’m not as fragile as you think I am.”

Both of them sighed.

“Any of you wanna tell me what happened?” I asked.

“Do you really need to ask?” Bret asked. There was a sarcastic hint in his tone.

I shrugged then moved to the island. “Well, I have all night, so someone needs to spill.”

Marcus and Bret exchanged glances before giving in and taking a seat at the island.

“This might take a while,” Marcus warned.

“Again,” I said, “I have all night.”

“I’ll start the coffee,” Bret said.

Marcus started to explain everything while Bret made a pot of coffee. “Some weeks back, I received a call from a friend of mine that a woman who had stayed with them got caught in a bear trap. Not any regular bear trap, mind you. One specifically designed for shifters.”

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