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and walk between Tairn’s forelegs, taking one last, quick look at the valley.

Xaden and Liam stand to my right, doing the same.
A screech rends the air, and an enormous gray dragon emerges from a

valley two ridgelines to the south…across the Poromish border. It tucks its

two legs up under its massive body as it flies away from us, heading straight
for Resson.

“Do we have a riot nearby?” Liam asks.

“No,” Xaden answers.
It’s as though the ground beneath my feet shifts.

I could have sworn I saw a riot of dragons across the border. Isn’t that

what Mira said at Montserrat?
The dragon shrieks again, spewing a streak of blue fire down the

mountainside, setting some of the smaller trees on fire before it reaches the
plains where Resson stands. Blue. Fire.

No. No. No. “Wyvern.” My heart launches into my throat. “Xaden, it has

two legs, not four. It’s not a dragon. It’s a wyvern.” Maybe if I say it a few
more times, I’ll believe what I’m seeing.

Holy. Shit. Is this what leadership has been redacting?
They’re supposed to be myth, not flesh-and-blood beings. But then again,

so are venin.

“Well, there went our air superiority,” Imogen says across from us, then
shrugs. “Fuck ’em. They can die, too.”

“They have created abominations,” Tairn says, a low growl rumbling in

his chest.
“Did you know?”

“I suspected. Why do you think I’ve been so hard on you during flight

maneuvers?”
“You and I are going to have to work on our communication skills.”

“Guess we know all the details now,” Liam says.
“Anyone want to change their minds?” Xaden asks down the line. None