Two men stared at each other in a standoff while an entire pack watched. One was a dragon who had killed three men tonight. One was a Beta's son in pajama pants who had watched this princess get beaten and decided that death was an acceptable alternative to letting it happen again. This was going to be a problem.
A problem Kael solved in under a second. Tyler blinked and his arms were empty. The dragon had her. The argument was over.
Fresh blood dripped onto Kael's arms. His eyes darkened, looking down at her. Then he pushed gold flame into her. His reserves were almost gone, torn between two jobs: warming the woman in his arms and burning anyone stupid enough to approach.
The violent shivering eased by a fraction. Color returned to her lips, blue retreating to something closer to living. The glowing runes on her skin dimmed as his body pulled excess light from her, painfully slow but it was better than nothing.
