Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189: One.

Thirty minutes. That’s how long it took to assemble a strike team of kings, dragons, mages, and one man who had never been on a dragon before and was about to have the worst flight of his life.

Ryker was supposed to be staying in Velkaris to oversee the summit. That plan had gone up in smoke. So the kingdom was now in the hands of Blair Drakencrest. May the gods have mercy on their souls.

Ryker: She’ll be fine. Relax, Commander.

Maddox dragged a hand down his face.

Maddox: If any of those bastards go near her, I will kill them.

Ryker: They already go near her when your back is turned. This just makes it more efficient.

Brennan opened a portal. Sure enough it was hovering above an ocean. Every mage and Luminari present dropped their jaws in perfect unison.

Maddox didn’t blink. He sprinted into the portal and shifted in a flash of white he still couldn’t turn off since being marked by his wife. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what that was.

Sterling was next, shifting mid-freefall as Nicholas and Damon jumped onto his back.

Brennan watched the strike team follow, chest puffed out with pure pride. Nothing exploded. No one was cut in half. Gold star.

Lux Nash’s hand closed on his collar.

"Nope. If I am getting on a goddamn dragon for the first time in my life, so are you."

Jaxon appeared on his other side, one hand on Brennan’s shoulder, steering him towards the portal with the gentle insistence of a man guiding a drunk friend.

They went through together.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Brennan screamed like his balls were on fire the whole way down and for three full seconds after they landed on Ryker.

By the time he stopped, the strike team had spread into a search grid over the water.

Lux peeled his fingers off her arm one at a time. "If you ever touch me again, I will drop you into the ocean myself."

For ten minutes, the only sound was wings and water and Brennan breathing into his hood like a man recovering from a religious experience.

An island materialized on the horizon. Brennan lifted his head, spotted it, and immediately started pointing at it like he’d just discovered a new continent. He looked at Nicholas on Sterling’s back and pointed harder, just in case Nicholas somehow couldn’t see the giant fucking island right in front of them.

Damon: He’s sworn into our pack. How has he still not figured out he can mindlink?

Nicholas: We’re one sandwich away from him figuring it out.

Nicholas sighed and gave a single nod, then he stood up.

He raised his right fist. Held it.

Every dragon in formation locked eyes on him.

Nicholas gave five signals in under ten seconds.

Ryker: Commander?

Maddox watched the wolf king direct his dragons from the back of his High Marshal’s dragon. The signals were clean, the formations were sound, and the tactical read of the island, surveillance positioning, was exactly what Maddox would have ordered if he’d ordered it first.

Maddox: Follow his lead.

Nicholas held his fist up one final time. Then dropped it.

The grid assembled itself around his signals with the precision of a military that understood exactly what each gesture meant, because the gestures were universal, pre-dating species, pre-dating continents, the shared language of men who led other men into places they might die.

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