Sephora's POV
Summer was careful, holding my hand even as he settled onto the ice floor, looking cautiously around before allowing my feet to touch the ground. "I feel the level of danger elevating. Hurry, Sephora. Find every information that you need."
I didn't need him to order me. I wanted out of the hut more than he could know or imagine. I hurried through the chamber, past a small cage and turned back abruptly. I held a glow stick high so that it shone on the wall of the hut, my breath caught in my throat. "Summer," I whispered. "Look."
Scales covered the body of an ugly-looking creature. A long tiny neck supported a square-shaped head. The extended tail ended in a spike and the wings were folded in close along the body. Sharp claws, made for rending and tearing, looked as if they
