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from the herd in our species, so it’s not a stretch to imagine they do the

same with their own.
“Then you’d better shut your mouth so no one hears us,” Tynan counters,

his voice rising in that mocking tone that makes me want to punch him in

the face.
“It’s for the best,” Jack argues, his tone dropping. “It’s unrideable, a

certified freak, and you know feathertails are useless in combat. They refuse

to fight.” His voice fades as they walk farther away, headed north.
Toward the clearing.

“Shit,” I mutter under my breath even though the assholes are out of

hearing range by now. No one knows anything about feathertails, so I don’t
know where Jack is getting his information, but I don’t have time to focus

on his assumptions right now.
I have no way of contacting Professor Kaori, and there hasn’t even been a

hint that the senior riders are watching us, so I can’t count on them to stop

this madness, either. The golden dragon should be able to breathe fire, but
what if it can’t?

There’s a chance they won’t find it, but… Shit, I can’t even convince
myself of that one. They’re headed the right way and that dragon is pretty

much a shiny beacon. They’ll find it.

My shoulders sag and I sigh at the sky, blowing out a frustrated breath.
I can’t just stand here and do nothing.

You can get there first and warn it.

Solid plan, and way better than option two, where I’d be forced to take on
three armed men with at least a combined two hundred pounds on me.

I keep my footsteps silent and race across the forest floor at a slightly

different angle than Jack’s little posse, thankful I grew up playing hide-and-
seek with Dain in the woods. This is one area of expertise I can confidently

claim.
They’ve got a head start on me, and the clearing is closer than I realized,