Cursed Wolf: Urban Fantasy Shifter Stand-Alone (Creatures of the otherworld Book 1) by Brogan Thomas

Author:Brogan Thomas [Thomas, Brogan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Brogan Thomas Books
Published: 2020-08-24T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

That’s how I found myself moving into the lair of a dragon. I wasn’t listening to him properly at the end of the meeting, and all I heard was cancelled warrant, protection blah blah blah, and then my brain got stuck on the fire-magic thing. I may have mentally nodded off at the end.

Anyway, before I knew it, Mr Brown was standing up, and we were being shown back to the elevator.

Owen met us by the car. Which was a surprise—Owen told me the General had cancelled the mission and ordered him to accompany me home.

What I didn’t realise at that moment was, I was only going to the apartment to pack my shit.

I thanked Mr Brown and asked him to send me a bill for his fee; he informed me that my guardian had paid the bill. When I had looked at him blankly, he told me the General had paid. Huh.

So here we stand on top of an actual cliff, the dragon’s portal gateway at our backs. I stare at the view—my mouth is almost catching flies, it is hanging open that wide. Wow. Perched on the rocky cliff, hovering over the untamed beauty of the wild Atlantic, is the dragon's Irish lair—a square building that’s made entirely out of glass.

It’s a breathtaking ultra-modern James Bond villain house.

Shit, I hope that’s not a sign of things to come.

The sound and smell of the sea fill my senses, the taste of saltwater heavy on my tongue—the waves of the Atlantic crash into the rocks below. I never thought a house could be so impressively beautiful. It must be at least two hundred and fifty feet above the sea. The sheer scale and dramatic impact of the cliff and house are awe-inspiring. It makes me feel small and humble.

The surrounding countryside is lush and green. The springy coastal grass at my feet is dotted with yellow, purple, and pink wildflowers. In the distance are mountains and trees. For some strange reason, for a split second I miss my trees around Temple House. But I dismiss the thought; I don’t want to see them again. So missing them is pointless.

This is the first time I’ve left England, and I’m in Ireland. The land of the Fae. Typically shifters are not permitted on Ireland’s shores. But the dragon, because he is a dragon, is the exception to this rule. Now so am I! How exciting.

The dragon opens his door when Owen knocks, and we enter a bright white hallway. I hide behind Owen’s bulk and greedily take in the house, forcing myself not to gawk up at the dragon. I end up watching him out the corner of my eye anyway. His very presence is impossible to ignore.

Oak-and-glass stairs—the perfect blend of old-fashioned and modern—lead upstairs, and another set of stairs goes down, to what I presume is a lower-ground floor. Halfway down the hall, there’s an oak door to the right and another on the left, with another double-glass doorway further ahead, perhaps leading to the living room.

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