Chapter 4
Rook
She didn’t scream. Small mercies, I suppose. Usually, they screamed. It wasn’t the only thing not right about the scrawny shifter, judging by the way her pack had been in such a hurry to get rid of her. And there was an odd scent to her…
I canted my head as I beat my wings, carrying us higher into the air. Was that…
Egg.
It was. The wolf shifter smelled of eggs. Fuck sake, that alpha prick had given me some worthless mutt who couldn’t even handle her own food. She was going to be more trouble than she was worth, I knew it already.
Would you prefer we occupied our time with war?
Goddamn smartass dragon. What I wanted was a quiet, peaceful existence, on my own, without a sarcastic sidekick inside my own head.
You’d miss me.
I miss when you used to speak once a decade, I bit back. His cold amusement rattling through my skull was the only response, and I beat my wings again, carrying us higher.
“You can’t do this, asshole!”
The furious shout came from the tiresome human under me. Coherent, at least. And fucking disrespectful. I thought the wolves were supposed to understand hierarchy. Seemed like this mutt was defective in more ways than one.
“Put me down, you bastard!”
I uncurled a single claw from around her waist, taking satisfaction when she yelped.
“Wait, no! Don’t put me down! Shit!”
A laugh rumbled up my throat, distorted by my dragon form.
“Asshole.”
I could picture the scowl on her face as she spat the word.
Brat. The alpha should have warned her what to expect, prepared her for this—because I sure as hell didn’t need to be breaking in some untrained mutt who had no clue what was expected of her, and had thought I was a myth half an hour ago. A fucking myth, for crying out loud.
I am looking forward to it.
Of course he was. That was what happened if I didn’t let him out for a decent fight every few decades. He became a petty, vindictive creature wanting to prey on lesser mortals.
That makes two of us.
Shut up. This whole mess is your damn fault.
I should have just found some dragon to pick a fight with, and then we might both have slept better—and got Gaheris off my case. Now we had to deal with this situation instead. I blew out a breath. Fucking shifters. Always making life harder than it had to be.