Gwen swallowed. “Pity isn’t the word that I would use, but I think that spared me a lot of trouble. If my family would give me up for such a small thing, then they were not family to begin with.”
“A very true statement. I hope that you can find family once and for all with us. It would be an honor to claim that the Witch of Caernarfon as a part of the red dragons.”
She laughed, a small sound that betrayed how nervous she was. Cameron figured it was from the large dragon before her, but he couldn’t know for certain. He didn’t know how to read the thoughts in her eyes yet. He couldn’t decipher what his mate showed to the world and it was beginning to drive him crazy. He couldn’t tell if she needed protection or free reign. He couldn’t tell if she needed him at all.
“I am here to lend aid,” she said, her voice flat. “That is all. I have no intentions of staying. Please don’t get your hopes up.”
Gwen had turned to Cameron as she said the last sentence. Only an hour ago, he’d found home inside her, released his seed inside the witch during what he could have called making love. Now, she stared him in the eye and told him not to get his hopes up.
His heart trembled. It threatened to break until the beast inside of him wrapped around it. The beast growled at him. It said to hope. They would love her until they no longer walked the earth, until they no longer breathed. He’d never known the beast inside him to be so ferocious, so vicious in its promises as visions of what it would do to keep her safe passed through his mind. Cameron agreed, surprising himself.
“I’m afraid this one is already caught in your snare, witch.” Owain rocked on his heels, the smirk of a mischievous old man on his lips, only partially obscured by his white moustache. “I’m afraid you cannot play catch and release with this red dragon.”
With his wisdom said, Owain turned to leave them alone in the hall when a cry rang out through the mountain. Drystan’s voice boomed for all to hear. Cameron’s heart leapt in his throat. He was calling an emergency.
He lifted Gwen from the floor, cradling her against his chest as he ran for the meeting point. She protested, but made no move to escape his grasp. He was running far too fast. When Cameron burst into the hall, he was surprised to find dragons standing still. They stood around an image projected on the wall.
No, not an image. A news channel. It moved, people running in every direction. Bangor was in chaos.
***
Together, they stared at the television. Maggie’s form fell into a chair. On the screen, her home was being destroyed. White dragons flew over Snowdonia, blowing frost and ice in every direction. Allowed free reign inside of the GOE buildings, the white dragons had wreaked chaos. They freed their captured brothers and left terror in their wake until GOE was nothing more than a mess of bodies and screaming humans.
The news announcer was giving a play by play, describing the betrayal of the charismatic white dragons. The camera zoomed in on Malcom, standing on the front steps of the official GOE building, his signature smile splitting his face while people around him screamed. For a moment, he was an actor. Then, a massive white dragon burst into being. Its huge form crashed into the statues on either side of the steps. Its long neck lowered its head, horns curling from its skull to point forward, and dark eyes settling on the camera.
The vision began to shake, the camera man rightfully quaking before he turned to run.
“So,” Cameron said. “That was their plan all along? They gain the trust of GOE until they are in the heart of it, invisible because of a path of trust they paved. By destroying GOE, there is no one left that can organize an attack that could stop them. The white dragon family is free to not only attack us, but all of Bangor.”
“He could have the city,” Maggie’s voice shook as she spoke. “If he wanted it.”
“I think he already has it.” Drystan scowled at the screen. This was his home. He may not have been welcome in the city anymore, but he never meant it harm. He must have known it intimately before the Occurrence.
Gwen stepped forward, hands shaking so hard that she crammed them into her pockets to hide it. “Let me go into town. My presence will have Malcom so shaken up that he won’t see your attack coming. It will buy you time.”
“What about you?” Cameron growled. “Am I supposed to leave you in his hands? Am I supposed to stand by and watch as he hurts you?”
She turned toward him, realizing for the first time that he hadn’t lied to her. She had lied to herself. Cameron truly was her mate. It was possible. A witch could be the mate of a dragon. She only had to wait for the right one to come into her life for that thread of fate to wind around each of them. It was a shame that she hadn’t gotten more time with him, but only knowing that she was loved, truly loved and cherished, made this much easier.
This would have been so much easier if she could have continued to lie to herself. If she could have remained with her head buried in the sand, she could have walked toward her death with no regrets. Now, one hung heavy in her heart when she looked upon Cameron.
“I’ll be fine,” she lied. She smiled at him, at the dragons and their mates that looked toward her. It might not have reached her eyes, but Cameron wasn’t going to buy it anyway. She could do more than just save the dragons. She could ensure the safety of a city. She could help fight for justice in the name of GOE.
“Once this is over,” Maggie said, her voice bearing a center of stone. “I’m going to reopen this embassy that Malcom just wrecked. I’m going to make it work.”
“That’s a nice idea,” Gwen said, her voice somber and reserved. After this, the city might be terrified of dragons for another handful of centuries. The red dragons might be contained to this mountain or forced to find another home altogether if they survived the war Malcom wanted to start.
The dragons continued to argue amongst themselves on which move they should make next. The younger dragon that looked much like Drystan gripped the edge of the table and the wood groaned beneath the sound of demanding voices. The dragon mates stared at the television, watching the lives they dreamed for be wrecked. A female dragon stood with her arms crossed over her chest, neither part of the war talk nor the grieving mates.
Gwen approached the stoic dragon female and gripped her arm hard enough to grab the woman’s attention. Eyes that flashed with gold met hers with ire. Gwen said nothing. Instead, she jerked her eyes toward the hall. Everyone else was too busy to see the two women casually walk out of the great room.
Behind her, Cameron tried to craft a plan that would not involve his mate. She would not stand by and watch as they threw their lives away. If she could buy them time, if she could do what Malcom did to GOE and destroy them from the inside out, then she would do just that. Even if it cost her the life she’d tried so hard to preserve.
A century and a half was a long enough life, she decided.
“What do you want?” the female dragon snapped. There was a streak of violet in her nearly brown hair. Her shoulders slumped once she realized the attitude she held.
“Take me to the city. I can cover us with a See Me Not spell until we get there. It is on you to get back unnoticed, but if you do this then I can put an end to this.”
The female dragon’s spine straightened. “I’m quick. There’s no way they will catch me.”
“Does that mean you will do it?”
The female dragon glanced back at her family, arguing over this desperate situation. As they spoke, the white dragons were most likely claiming Snowdonia for themselves. The female dragon turned back and nodded.
“Where do you think he’ll be?”
“I know exactly where Malcom will be.”
The two women slipped out, completely unnoticed. Gwen would play the part of the martyr if that meant she could protect the man who brought sunshine back into her life. It took Cameron an hour, as Drystan threw his desperate attempts at new attacks in his face, to realize that his mate was not among those present.
***
; Liana’s dragon was a lithe beauty that shot through the air. A purple streak ran up her forehead and between the two small horns on the top of her head. The small talons that wrapped around Gwen made her feel as though she might fall at any moment, but the sheer speed at which they flew replaced fear with astonishment. This time, the See Me Not spell did not falter. She wrapped her green and thriving magic around them, saving the well of darker magic for when they arrived.
The ruins of Dinas Emrys came into view. The shape of a massive white dragon lorded over it. Liana, as the female dragon introduced herself before becoming the beast that now held her, landed about half a kilometer away from the ruins. The beast’s eyes flicked in the direction that the great, white beast sat.
“Go,” Gwen told her. “Once I have his attention, he will be so wrapped up in me that he won’t notice you leaving.”
The lithe, almost lizard-like, beast glanced down at Gwen before nodding. Deftly, she spun around and her wings propelled her into the air. The See Me Not spell was no longer in effect. All Gwen could do was run in the direction of Malcom and his cruel beast to buy the helpful female time.
It had been a long time since she last ran through a forest. Gwen had become too accustomed to city living. Small vines and fallen trees caught her toes and made her stumble. Her run turned into an obstacle course that she was forced to falter through. The dragon had to hear her clumsy entrance. He had to know that she was coming, even if he couldn’t smell her.
A familiar cold wrapped around her body. It made her shake, but not from the temperature. Memories came surging back only for her to slap up a clumsy wall against them. This was not the time for fear. Even though her knees shook, she pressed forward.
“Malcom Whittaker!” she screamed into Snowdonia. The crumbling stones of a castle that the white dragons had once fought for came into view.
A long, white scaled tail came into view, lazily slapping the earth like an irritated cat. When she stopped before him, the tail stilled. Two icy eyes looked down at her. They gleamed like the brightest light she’d ever seen.
“Hello, Mal. I see you’ve been up to no good again.” Her voice was deceptively even. Even she could believe that there wasn’t a chill core of fear gnawing at her from the inside out.
The dragon’s giant head lowered to the ground, stopping right before her. It would only take a snap of his jaws to devour her whole. His lips pulled back in a sneer, one that exposed sharp fangs. Gwen steeled herself. She waited for him to level her with the ice in his breath or devour her in one bite.
She was only a little surprised when his dragon form peeled back and the man she once thought she could love stood before her. He smiled, not the charismatic smile that he’d fed GOE and the city, but one that promised pain before pleasure. His hands snapped out and latched onto her arms.
Quick as a viper, she reached down for that dark magic that churned inside of her.
But, Malcom was quicker.
“Hello, my love. I command you, Gwynefar, to not use your magic.”
The power that filled her disappeared. She felt empty handed as she stared up at Malcom with wide eyes. Why had she forgotten? No wonder her death was written on the cards. She was an idiot. He knew her true name and through that, he owned her.
In the distance behind her, the screams of a female dragon pierced the air. Her heart felt like it snapped inside her chest. The pain that filled her was immediate and soul shattering. This was her fault. She’d handed herself over as a weapon, the weapon that the red dragons should have had.
Her eyes filled with tears as the screams faded.
Malcom spun her around so that she faced the source of those screams. His hands gripped her shoulders, fingers digging in, as he whispered in her ear.
“You will help me raise Dinas Emrys from the rubble and we will rule over Wales like we were destined to.”
She knew the we did not include her. The we he mentioned was his family of white dragons. Several of them began to emerge from the forest around them. One had a sick smile plastered across his face as he jauntily crossed the ruin. He stopped before her. Malcom’s grip tightened on her. The young, white dragon reached out and flicked her nipple.
No one saw Malcom move. His snarl filled the clearing and then the young white dragon was on the ground. A hand was held up to his face, a weak attempt at staunching the blood that now poured from the claw wounds that ran across his face.
“She is mine,” Malcom growled at his family. “Touch her and you shall see your due punishment. This is what will win us our home. This is what will make me a King.”
All around her, voices rose in cheers. She reached inside of herself, but her magic felt too far away. Neither the green magic nor the writhing dark power inside of her wanted to play. She couldn’t help it when small whimper escaped her.
“Sit, Gwynefar.” Malcom whispered into her ear so that no one could hear her true name.
She fell to the ground with such force that she knew her rear would bruise. The young dragon that bled from the claw marks on his face scrambled away from her now sitting form. All the while, she replayed her sins over and over again in her head. What choice did she have left?
***
The rage that passed over Cameron’s eyes when he realized Liana and Gwen were gone was all consuming. A red haze passed over Cameron’s eyes. The roar that boiled through him made the mountain shake around them.
Drystan grabbed his arm, fingers digging into flesh. “Calm down,” he commanded. Drystan’s voice boomed through the hall. Other dragons seemed to shrink in response, but Cameron only turned gold eyes upon his leader.
“Where did they go?” Cameron growled. The beast pushed to the front. Cameron was in such a rage that he did not care. His mate was not here. She’d foreseen her own death.
His mate was not there.
She was going to die.
Those were the only thoughts going through his head. He was not going to settle for the short time they had together. He was going to hurt someone. He was going to kill before anyone could lay a hand on her.
Cameron ripped his arm from Drystan’s grip, not caring when he heard flesh tear. The beast paced. It needed out. It needed to go find her. He knew where she went. Of course the witch went straight into the belly of the beast. She might have been terrified, but the resolve that filled her was commendable. He would yell at her for it later.
When he brought her home. When she was safe.
“Calm down,” another voice roared at him. Owain closed the space between them. His meaty hands fell upon Cameron’s shoulders. “Let’s go find your mate.”
“No one leaves until we formulate our plan of attack,” Drystan said as he stepped between them and the exit.
“Look at him!” Owain yelled at his son. “Do you recognize that look? I think you do. I think you know that we could not stop him from finding his mate even if we threw Gareth at him.”
Drystan took in the state of Cameron, the sheer, violent panic that had engulfed his young red dragon.
“Where is your honor?” Drystan said between clenched teeth, trying to hit Cameron where it hurt. Yet, honor was the last thing on Cameron’s mind. She needed him. What was honor when the life of his beloved was at stake? What was honor at all? It was the standard by which all dragons lived. It was what created their ranks, what put Cameron so high in rank.
“Honor means doing the right thing,” Owain said quietly. “When the Occurrence happened, I did not do the right thing. I will not make the same mistake twice, son. Cameron is engulfed by his beast and can only think of his mate. Do you know what Malcom Whittaker did to the Witch of Caernarfon? Because I do.
“Malcom tried to win her over with the promise that she was his mate. When he had her trust, the witch gave him her true name. The stories you heard of her, the leveling of entire towns? That was Malcom’s work. When she fought back, he carved into her. He thought there was something he could pull out of her that would give him power.�
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Cameron hadn’t known. He’d assumed that Malcom had hit her. He hadn’t known that her ex-lover had tied her down and cut into her. He didn’t know that Malcom knew her true name.
“I’m going to take our young dragon and I’m going to get the witch that you dragged into this mess.” Owain spun on his heels, seeming decades younger in that moment. His hand gripped Cameron and jerked him along. “Are you lucid enough to give me your brother’s number? Wesley and Drystan will do what they need to. I’m sure Maggie is enough to help them. We will need your brother if we are going to get the witch back.”
The beast that now piloted Cameron had enough presence of mind to grumble Gareth’s phone number while the old man’s thumb hovered over the touch screen. Number entered, he held the phone to his ear. When Gareth picked up, Cameron could hear the sound of shouts outside Gareth’s home.
“What do you want, you old fart,” Gareth snapped.
“That’s no way to greet an elder, cretin. Your brother has found himself a mate in the Witch of Caernarfon.”
The voice on the other end swore loudly. Gareth’s mate asked if he was okay and he shot back a quick explanation before turning his attention back to Owain.
“This involves me how? I’m damn near surrounded by angry villagers and have a pregnant mate on my hands.”
In the background, Rhiannon screamed that she was more than capable of taking care of herself. She might have also thrown something at him from the crashing sound that made Owain pull the phone from his ear.
“The witch went to Malcom to either buy us time or betray us. Considering what I know, she thought her death would buy us time, but we now have an Elgar problem on our hands. Cameron has lost it. The beast is completely in control.”
“Cam? Not my brother. He’s too damn calm for that.”
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