CHAPTER EIGHT
Ezra
“That woman is stealthy. Where the hell is she?” I asked as we searched around the pack lands with no success. The burning smell was present, but her figure was non-existent. I sent a few of my warriors to check on the dragon king and let him know his prisoner has escaped.
I knew I could always count on him, but something was telling me what they found in the mountains would not be good news. Still hoped it was just a case of her escaping, and not the king being murdered by her hands.
He is an old friend of the family, and our alliance meant protection for my pack as well as mates for their almost extinct kind. My father had agreed to help keep the lineage going, even if the mix of both species reduced it just a bit.
“Ezra, here!” Maxwell called as he crouched ove
