What the—?
Orien suddenly found himself surrounded by glowing barriers that absolutely weren't there before. They shimmered into place like smug little walls of betrayal, boxing him in from every direction.
"Hey! Hey!" he shouted, banging both fists against the nearest surface. "You can't do this to me!"
Unfair. Completely unfair. He wanted to see what was happening, too!
Back at the den, however, the chaos was unfolding beautifully.
One very tired, very emotionally battered human had finally snapped.
"YOU!" Riley barked, pointing so forcefully it looked like he was casting a smite spell.
The Dragon Lord blinked.
Not because he was afraid. No. But because no one. Not since his parents. Not even fellow race leaders had ever addressed him like that and lived to tell the tale.
And yet here was Riley Hale, short, furious, surprisingly unsinged, and filled with the righteous rage of someone who had absolutely nothing left to lose.
Oh, and it was glorious.
