CHAPTER 30 - A Past Like

Ryan Open mouth. Call forth flame. What the hell? I had turned from a snarling, mindless dragon into my wolf. “Now we can fight for Lyra on an equal playing field,” said the large silver wolf through a mind-link. I didn’t have time to wonder how I switched from dragon to wolf or that this outsider could mind-link with me. All I knew was that he wanted Lyra, and from the pheromones coming off him, it was more than for a friendly chat over coffee. I growled as I faced off against my challenger, my jet-black fur bristling. "You won't lay a paw on her!" I snarled, ready to defend Lyra with everything I had. But the wolf was just as determined, baring his teeth and claiming that she belonged to his side. Whatever the hell that meant. We circled each other, our muscles tensing, ready for the fight ahead. With a roar, I lunged at him, snapping my jaws dangerously close. But he dodged and countered with a swift swipe that nearly grazed my flank. We continued our deadly dance, sali