CHAPTER 101 - Dragon Flight

Ryan I stormed out of Wista's cabin. Scales formed…fusing together, bones lengthening, snapping into place. The red-witch's words echoed in my ears. "Moonshadow will fall, and there's nothing you can do to stop it." I couldn't let her hurt my pack, not again. The red-witch would die tonight. "Ryan, wait!" Wista called out. "I have the necklace ready…" her voice faded as I transformed into my dragon form and with another mighty roar, I took to the sky. I didn't care about some damn necklace. Not when I had to… Kill them. Burn them. Watch them die. My mind was consumed with thoughts of destruction. I would burn their village to the ground, leaving nothing but ashes in my wake. Mighty wings beat against the wind, my dragon on a mission of destruction to char Wolfsong into oblivion. I was halfway there when Killian's voice cut through the numbness of my mind. "Ryan, stand down," he ordered. I snarled, fighting against his command. Stupid Silver Wolf. Hate him. Killian's voice