WarMage: Night Riders (The Never Ending War Book 7) by Martha Carr & Michael Anderle

Author:Martha Carr & Michael Anderle [Carr, Martha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2020-09-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

The second the dragon paddock at Moss Ranch came into view, William knew something was wrong. None of the dragons looked at their approach or screeched their casual greeting. Not only that, but the ranch was also too quiet.

Teo landed beside the stables and snorted. “I would very much like to be rid of this saddle, William.”

“I’m on it.” The trainer dismounted and ducked under his dragon’s torso to unstrap the girth and slide the heavy saddle off his back. The halter came next, and he slung both over his shoulder before he walked cautiously toward the paddock gate. He stared at the quiet, unmoving dragons scattered across the paddock and closed the gate again slowly after Teo slipped quietly into the field. “Is it only me, or—”

“William, it’s happening.” The dragon stopped and turned to look at him, his green eyes wide. “The eggs.”

“What? Now?” Without waiting for a reply, he dropped the tack on the ground and raced around the paddock fence, up the hill toward the house, and back across the opposite fence.

I thought I’d have to tell Seamus to push that training back until the eggs hatched. Finally, something’s happening with good timing.

By the time he reached the pens built for the mother dragons and their clutches, he was breathing heavily. He forced himself to slow so he wouldn’t startle them, but his heart still pounded. New dragons. This is the first time under my watch and now, I’ll have to leave them with the ranch hands while I head off.

He stopped before he’d even reached the front of the private pens and stared at the small, dark shapes that flitted around Persephone’s head. From where he stood, they looked like baby dragons. Or they could be birds. Bats, maybe. Newly hatched dragons can’t fly.

A burst of yellow light erupted from Annabelle’s pen, followed by a screech. “That’s not supposed to happen.”

Alarmed, he sprinted across the sloping hillside until he skidded to a stop in front of the mother dragons’ pens. His mouth gaped as he glanced from one clutch of hatched dragonets to another. Sure enough, Persephone’s babies were flying. They darted around their mother’s head and unleashed sparks of blue, silver, and purple light at each other. And in Annabelle’s nest, one of the dragonets flashed soft purple light around her entire body as she strutted on wobbly legs around her sibling.

William clapped both hands to his head and released a heavy sigh. No way. There is no way these dragons were born with magic. That’s impossible.

Persephone nipped at one of her dragonet’s tails when the dark-blue baby fluttered too close to the edge of the pen. She pulled the little one away gently and dropped him between her forepaws. Then, she looked at William and rumbled with pride.

And no one else thinks this is weird? Okay…

“Hey, Persephone.” He approached the yellow dragon’s pen slowly but kept a good six feet between them. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you, William.” She watched him again, exuded calm, and

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