Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39: She Overruled Me. SHE DID NOT.

Maddox: Sterling. What does that mean.

Sterling: She merged with your flame, Commander.

Maddox: WHY WOULD MY WIFE TAKE MY FLAME WHILE I WAS GONE.

Maddox dove towards Kael, wings at full extension, fire erupting from his jaws to clear the path. Sterling and Ryker were closing in from the south and west.

Sterling: I advised against it. She overruled me.

Maddox: SHE DID NOT. YOU ABSOLUTE-

Guinevere stood in front of Kael, his arm banded around her waist. He banked north, pulling away from the three dragons converging.

That’s when he noticed a handful of the dark fae on surrounding dragons were watching. He looked down at her. Then at the fae. Then back at her.

"Why are you glowing brighter than you should be?"

He picked up her hand. Turned it over. Examined the gold light pulsing beneath her skin. Then he moved her hand to the left.

Every fae head on every surrounding dragon tracked the motion. In unison.

Kael moved her hand to the right.

They followed.

His eyebrows rose. He looked at the dark mage riding the dragon beside his, a hooded figure whose hands were still raised in the casting position that maintained the compulsion over the turned dragons.

"You. Knock her out."

The mage’s hood turned toward Guinevere. Beneath the cowl, his mouth split into a grin. He knew this one. The girl who had thrown rope at Varek’s face and delivered a public eulogy for Hollis’s dignity.

He jumped onto Kael’s dragon, landing behind them.

"With pleasure, Your Highness."

He reached for her.

Just when his hand got within an inch of her shoulder, gold flame erupted from her palms. Pure Drakencrest fire, bright and focused, carrying the specific heat signature of a king’s flame channeled through a body that had no idea it was doing it.

The fire hit the mage in the center of his chest with a force that launched him backward off the dragon. His scream cut through the wind, high and raw, fading as he tumbled through open air trailing smoke.

Kael stared down at her. Her face had changed exactly zero. Still vacant. The flame in her palms extinguished as if it had never been there, and her hands returned to her sides.

He waved a hand in front of her face. Nothing.

His voice lifted into the draconic register, carrying across the sky toward the gold dragon closing from the east.

"What did you do to her, little brother?"

Maddox’s roar in response shook snow from the treeline below.

Maddox: I will say this once. Release her.

"If her wolf brain was fried in the fever, that is your fault." Kael’s voice carried the specific cadence of a man surrounded by idiots. "I told you to feed her. Water her. Keep her alive. Three instructions. And she comes back from summer camp a golden zombie. I am genuinely impressed by the incompetence."

More dragons hurtled toward his position from the Drakencrest formation.

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