7. Chapter 7 - Chayce
Chapter 7 - Chayce
D espite Adyr’s optimism, the weatherman wasn’t wrong. Unfortunately, he wasn’t right either. This storm is so much worse than predicted.
Adyr and I relieved Brady and Deakon around five, so they had time to grab some sleep.
It’s now eight o’clock, and we already have three inches of snow, with no sign of it stopping.
Since the four of us are dragons, we take care of snow removal. Being able to breathe fire helps save the town money.
Brady and Adyr are currently in the air, melting the snow on the roads as they fly around town when my phone rings.
“Sheriff Galloway…”
“Hey, Sheriff, it’s Crispin D’Angelo.”
“What can I help you with, Crispin?” While my tone is professional, apprehension fills me, waiting for his response. I have my hands full as it is with this storm and keeping the safety of the townsfolk in the forefront.
“One of my guards just reported in. An SUV lost control on the fifth turn on Padston Pass.”
Pinching the bridge of my nose and curing under my breath, I push my irritation down, focusing on the important parts. Padston Pass is a steep road full of twists and turns that runs north and south. The road is treacherous on a good day. Most people know to avoid it in this kind of weather. It’s also, typically, the last road we treat for snow removal.
“Was anyone hurt? How many are in the vehicle?” My questions come in rapid succession, purely in sheriff mode, not giving Crispin a chance to answer in between.
“There is one female,” Crispin answers before his voice turns serious. “Madox smelled blood, and she wasn’t moving,” he says, causing me to cringe.
“Fuck!” I yell in frustration.
Taking a calming breath, I return to the conversation. “Thanks, Crispin. We will take it from here. Tell Madox ‘thank you.’”
Closing my eyes, using the mental link to my brothers through our dragons, I reach out to Brady and Adyr.
“We have an accident on Padston Pass. The wolf guards report she wrecked in the fifth bend. Can you please clear the way? EMS is en route.”
“Y es, Chayce ,” they respond, almost in unison.
Using my radio, I continue issuing orders.
“Deakon, keep an eye on the town. Nora, can you please call the Morris’s garage? We need a tow truck up on Padston Pass.”
“Yes, Sheriff,” Nora responds.
“Chayce, I’ll get Doc ready for incoming,” Deakon says helpfully as I continue to run through emergency protocols. It’s been a while since we have had an accident to handle.
Not bothering to respond to Deakon, I turn my truck toward Padston Pass. My thoughts wander to what the daft woman was going up there in this weather.