Whoever this dragon was meant him and Krysanthe harm. Gods help him, because no one else would be able to. Only the rage died in his gut when he saw who it was who hunted them—and there was no mistake, this dragon wasn’t coming to offer aid. He was hunting. It was Dezo. He’d already had to put down one of his men, he didn’t want to do this, but Ondrej always knew the day would come when Dezo would challenge him for Alpha status. Dezo wasn’t meant to be a soldier, but he’d been a rogue all alone when Ondrej had found him. He just hadn’t thought it would be like this. Ondrej had made the mistake of thinking it would be an honorable fight. A challenge issued brother to brother. But the curl to Dezo’s lips, his baring of teeth and the smoke coming from his nostrils did not note any trace of brotherhood between them.
