Morpheus released himself from Draven's hold, whose wing was still holding him protectively as if the danger had not gone yet.
"You idiot Dragon," Morpheus cursed under his breath, utterly angry, "If you were not hurt, I would have kicked your ass so you won't ever forget to use your brain before thinking to do something idiotic."
There was no response from Draven, but the dragon was breathing, his eyes closed.
"Wake up now and stop pretending," Morpheus stood up and saw over the pit that Ember was coming to them. "She is coming. Want her to cry again?"
The dragon's heavy breathing continued to move the snow around.
"Did you hear me?" Morpheus said and knelt next to him. "If you die, I swear I will come after you to hell and drag you out and then beat you to death again." Though he said it this way, his voice was a little shaky, his eyes moist.
Ember reached there, each step heavy as if a huge weight was tied to her feet, fear of losing her mates gripping her heart.
