Caspian threatened them and he meant every word. "I will not just burn your palace. I will tear the mountain from its roots and bury your entire lineage under the boiling magma of my blood." He barked a laugh. "Try your spirits, white rat. See if they can breathe under magma when I flood this valley with fire."
Kulu's feathers rustled sharply, a low, metallic hiss leaving their tips as the feathers sharpened into steel and scraped together, ready to launch. He didn't need to speak; the raw, violent aura radiating from his wings told the elders exactly how many heads would roll the second Hana gave the word.
Raiden stood right beside Caspian's side, his nine pink tails swaying with a feral, dangerous pride that completely erased the old, submissive fear his mother had instilled in him.
He would not stand back and hide while the other two manifested their dangerous sides in an attempt to protect Hana from any threat.
