Call of the Dragonbonded_Book of Fire_The Dragonbonded Return by JD Hart

Author:JD Hart [Hart, JD]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Dragonbonded
Publisher: J.D. Hart
Published: 2017-11-04T04:00:00+00:00

Morgas kept the same hard pace he had set when he and his three trackers had picked up the Eastlander’s tracks near Cravenrock’s northeast tower three hours before. Judging by the depression in the grass and the difference in the amount of dew around the footprints, the boy had a six-hour head start. While Morgas had successfully tracked human and animal prey with more than that, he would push the three trackers until he was certain the Eastlander could not slip free. Then they would dog their quarry at a more reasonable pace. And when Vault made a mistake, they would be there to bring him down.

Morgas raised his hand. His three shadows trotted closer to examine what had drawn his attention. He absently rubbed Valmer’s forehead as his white tundra wolf bond panted, sweat dripping heavy from his tongue. The four human figures studied the footprint in silence. The heat wave blanketing the Narwalen Plains had dried the thick north plains grass prematurely, making it challenging to read the tracks. This print was the first in an hour adequate to get a good reading of their progress. From the lay of the grass around the print, the depth of the depression, the angle and roll of the foot, even the way the toes pushed off, skilled eyes could read the size and weight of their target, how fast he moved, how he carried his weight, and most important, how long the print had been there.

Five hours. Morgas rose slowly, his eyes squinting in Hemera’s mid-morning rays that would show no mercy that day. He traced the trail north toward the mountains. In three hours, they had gained less than an hour on the boy. And they had miles of plains to cover in a heat no longer affecting Vault.

Unlike most of Morgas’s quarries, the Eastlander was not spending time to mask his tracks. It was possible the boy believed he was not being followed, but judging by his pace, Morgas doubted that. No, the boy had considered that he might be followed. He was relying on his speed, endurance, and a head start to get him safely into the mountains, where he expected to lose them. Morgas was finding a new appreciation for this boy.

Deep blue eyes studied the condition of the two men and woman, and of their bonds. Winded, their determined stares said everything. They would follow wherever he led, carry out whatever he commanded. They had been chosen for that reason.

Johann and Carlon Narkain were brothers. In their thirties, they had spent twenty years trapping in this region of the Dragon’s Back Mountains. In early spring, Morgas had been assigned by his master to courier a valuable item to Citadel Farlorde across the northern Borderlands when he came upon the brothers with a wagonload of pelts they had collected through the winter. Twenty miles from the city, brigands were attempting to relieve them of their wares and lives. Morgas came to their aid, dispatching three of the thieves before those remaining were convinced the pelts were not worth the cost.

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