Vulcan bursts out of the tent, his enraged roar splitting through the air.
Just a few distances away, the lifeless body of one of his soldiers lies sprawled in the dirt, his lips blackened, his eyes frozen wide in a silent scream.
Poison. A powerful kind that had dried up the dragon's body to a near skeletal form.
Panic ripples through the camp as soldiers rush between tents, shouting and grabbing weapons as they search for one person. But Vulcan already knows.
His prisoner has escaped, and his rage burns hotter than fire.
He storms up to the second soldier, the other dragon assigned to guard Juta. The male's face is pale as Vulcan shoves him hard. "How did he escape?" His voice cracks like a whip. "They fooled us! You were supposed to watch him!"
The soldier stumbles backward, his hands raised in fearful surrender. "H-he cut himself deep. I thought he was going to die, so he begged me to get bandages…"
Vulcan's snarl is low and cruel and his hand flashes out in a rapid blur.
