Farron'S Rebellious Mate (English Edition) (Lords of Arr'Carthian 2.5) by Cathy McAllister Page B

Farron paced the yard, now and then looking up to the sky, to see, if the search party had arrived. Orrigh came running, as fast as his old feet would carry him. He had visited the village to ask if anybody had seen Jenny. Farron stood and looked at the old man expectantly.
    “News?”
    “I fear – no – but I learned from one of the seniors that the shifting could have been different with your mate not being a Moliwe. There is no telling if the change harmed her or not. Many years before, a similar case occurred. The woman was not a Moliwe and was not in tune with her dragon. She had no control over it. The dragon took over completely. It got very aggressive. Our ancestors had to put it down.”
    Fear tightened Farron’s chest. What if Jenny had similar problems? If she could not control her dragon – could not turn back?
    “Damn!” He snarled. He wanted to do something, wanted to search for his mate.
    “They are coming!” Orrigh’s voice cut of his thoughts and Farron looked up.
    Relief filled his heart. There were at least a dozen dragons, heading towards his house. Friends who would help him find Jenny. But he had to warn them that it could be that Jenny’s dragon might be aggressive.  

    Jenny

    She had no idea what time it was. The sun stood high and she guessed it could be around noon, but didn’t know much of this alien world, to be sure. She had approached the edge on her belly several times, to look down into the abyss. It was unthinkable to get down there. She had no clue how to transform into her dragon. She’d tried and failed. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to turn into a dragon and fly. The thought made her uneasy, it scared the shit out of her. Sure, she had dreamed about it, or maybe it hadn’t been a dream and she had actually been flying. In her dream, flying hadn’t been frightening at all. It had felt incredible. Her dragon had enjoyed it, but now she was good old Jenny, and just thinking about going off that edge made her stomach turn.
    What if the transformation worked only a certain time and she would turn back into herself – her non-flying-self?   She would fall and break her neck. No! She had to find another way. She wondered if Farron was looking for her right now. He had sworn to protect her – with his life – if necessary. Well, he didn’t have to risk his life – just come and get her out of this fucking cave. But then what? Would she have to fly on his back? That didn’t sound much better than flying herself. She liked adventures, but she was very much afraid of heights.  
    Suddenly something darkened the entrance to the cave and she turned her head to look what had caused it.
    A big dragon with red and black scales sat there and starred at her out of light brown eyes.
    “Umm, hello,” she greeted with a slightly shaking voice. The dragon looked frightening, even if he must have come to her rescue.
    “Are … Did you come her accidentally or to save me? Are they looking for me? You … you’re here to … take me back?”
    The dragon didn’t reply but let out a deafening roar. He came closer and suddenly she had the feeling that this dragon wasn’t here as her friend and rescuer. She backed up in a sudden panic. The beast opened his snout and showed her two rows of needle sharp teeth.
    “What do you want from me?” She asked, trying to keep her voice from shaking.
    The dragon growled, then he let out another loud roar and charged at her. Everything happened so fast. One moment she saw the dragon coming towards her, the next moment she charged at him with talons as sharp as razors.
    ‘Let me handle this!’ She heard a voice in her head – oh damn – she didn’t have a head, not her usual one anyway. She was somehow in this dragon, heard its voice.
    Her dragon hit the red and black dragon with its enormous tail. The other dragon threw his tail in return, and Jenny felt the blow and the following pain as if it was her own.
    ‘It is my pain. The dragon