Dark Dragon's Wolf (Darkwing Dragons Book 2) by Anastasia Wilde

Author:Anastasia Wilde [Wilde, Anastasia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

They all stared at Tristan. Then Mayah said, “They’re not dragons, are they? I could feel it.”

She didn’t understand it. If they weren’t Al-Maddeiri, why was she hearing them?

He shook his head. “Not dragons.” He took a deep breath. “They’re white wolves.”

Flynn leaned forward onto his elbows, the muscles in his arms bunching. “From that pack in Alaska? The one Brock Reilly’s father came from?”

Tristan looked startled. “From the raid? I hadn’t thought about that. The ones I recognized were friends of my parents. People whose families left the Winterhome pack when it split, back in my grandparents’ day.”

He looked down at the table, absently wiping at the blood there. “I thought they were all killed. Frank Beckenham and his crew were coming after everyone they could find with ties to Winterhome, especially the white wolves.” He shook his head. “They started disappearing, and we assumed they were dead. But they’re not. They’ve been in captivity all this time.”

White wolves, Mayah thought. Like Tristan. With mind powers. Calling out…

She put her hand on his arm. “How long?” she whispered. “How long have they been in there?”

He closed his eyes. “Over twelve years.”

Dead silence. “Fuck,” Flynn whispered.

“We’ll get them out,” Mayah said. “We’ll save them. Kira knows where they are—”

But Tristan wasn’t listening. “They’ve been there all the time,” he said. “In those cells, calling out for help. While I’ve been out here—”

“Out here what?” Flynn said. “Living? Breathing? It’s not like you could have done anything—”

Tristan shoved himself back from the table. “Fuck you, Flynn,” he said. “Fuck you, with your mate and your happy crew and their babies. While those wolves are in there—” His voice broke. “That could have been my parents!”

He shouldered past Flynn and down the stairs, slamming out the front door.

Mayah thought Flynn would be pissed, but he just heaved a huge sigh and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “Shit.”

Mayah stood up. “I’m going after him.” She could feel the way Tristan’s mind was churning, feel his wolf trying to fight the feelings. This could get ugly.

“I can call Tank,” Flynn said. “He’s used to looking after him. And he’s a grizzly.”

“I’m a dragon,” Mayah reminded him. “I can handle him. And this is my job now.”

Whether Tristan liked it or not.

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