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side.

“No!” I lift my arms to throw a bolt in its direction and prepare for
impact.

A blur of blue shoots between us, and the wyvern is knocked away by the

body of a navy dragon—Sgaeyl. Her jaws tear through the side of the
wyvern in several rapid, brutal bites, flesh ripping and blood spraying in the

most vicious midair meal I have ever seen. Then she flips and catches the

devoured wyvern by the head with her daggertail, sending its dead body
sailing several hundred feet before crashing to the ground.

Sgaeyl picks up speed, banks, and flies right by us, her wing gliding

under Tairn’s almost affectionately—which is in complete contrast to the
menacing glare that seems directed at me, wyvern blood still dripping from

her jaws. Message received. It’s her job to keep an eye on Xaden’s back,
and mine is to watch Tairn’s.

I do a quick turn in my saddle, checking all our sides for more wyvern,

then tell Tairn, “Let’s climb so we can get a better count of what we’re
facing.”

We’ve barely made it a hundred feet above the town when I spy Liam and
Deigh flying hard and fast in the opposite direction, with a venin riding a

wyvern on his tail.

“Liam needs help!” I rush to explain.
“On it,” Tairn says, flipping us in midair. We hang in the sky for a second

before his massive wings catch the air and turn us so that we’re heading

straight for Liam.
The venin raises a staff of some sort, sending balls of blue flame at

Deigh, but he manages to avoid them all as Liam stands up and runs along

Deigh’s spine toward his daggertail. At the last second, Deigh uses his tail
to whip Liam up into the air toward the wyvern. I don’t even have time to

scream before he lands in a crouch on the wyvern’s rear and pulls out one of
the runed daggers like the two Xaden gave me.