Page 184 - Fourth Wing

“Third Squad, Tail Section of Fourth Wing already went through, and I

talked to some of the cadets…”
“That’s not a question.” He lifts his brows.

Yep, he’s annoyed.

“Right. It’s just that they said there’s a feathertail?” Her voice pitches
upward.

“A f-feathertail?” Tynan sputters from directly in front of me. “Who the

hell would ever want to bond a feathertail?”
I roll my eyes, and Rhiannon shakes her head.

“Professor Kaori never told us there would be a feathertail,” Sawyer says.

“I know because I memorized every single dragon he showed us. All
hundred of them.”

“Well, guess there’s a hundred and one now,” Garrick replies, looking at
us as if we’re children he’d like to be rid of before glancing back over his

shoulder at the entrance to the valley. “Relax. Feathertails don’t bond. I

can’t even remember the last time one has been seen outside the Vale. It’s
probably just curious. You’re up. Stay on the path. You walk up, you wait

for the entire squad, you walk back down. It really doesn’t get any easier
than this from here on out, kids, so if you can’t follow those simple

instructions, then you deserve whatever happens in there.” He turns and

heads over to a path before the canyon wall where the dragons are perched.
We follow, breaking away from the crowd of first-years. The breeze bites

at my bare shoulders from where we ripped my sleeves for bandages, but

we got the blood flow stopped at my hands.
“They’re all yours,” Garrick says to the quadrant’s senior wingleader, a

woman I’ve seen a few times in Battle Brief murmuring to Xaden. Her

uniform still has her signature spikes on the shoulders, but this time they’re
gold and look sharp as hell—like she wanted to throw in a little extra

badass today.
She nods and dismisses him. “Single file.”