Finding the Wolf(The Dragon's Hoard #1) by Mell Eight Page B

We need someone the humans see as having the right to fight for the throne or we will be seen as conquerors rather than liberators." He was looking at Leon as he spoke.
    Leon shook his head. "I'm the third son and I'm not human. I'm not the son you need. We need to find my brothers in exile. Felix is the heir and he has the legitimacy you're looking for. Bast was Captain of the Royal Forces and the Guard so if we find him we'll have a good part of the human military behind us as well."
    Toel nodded. "I will bring up this need to the Eldest. We also must think on where to find their focus."
    An'babev, an amethyst colored dragon, spoke next. "They used a building to house their focus while in the Wilds. Perhaps the barracks that house this special unit is their replacement?"
    "But then why could they not leave the building in the Wilds but can leave the barracks. No, it must be something else," Gail murmured. "What about inside the castle itself? In a building that large, rooms must be big enough to house their focus."
    "Destroy the human castle?" Dean gasped. "We are trying to rescue them, not destroy their hoard."
    "First, An'dadean," Gail said, "humans do not hoard as we do. If we burn down the castle they will rebuild. Second, if we set fire to the building, the magi will escape with the focus and we can swoop down and take it for ourselves," she giggled.
    "The thought has merit," Toel said. "If no one has any further suggestions," he paused to give the dragons a chance to speak, "then I shall bring the results of our discussion to the Eldest."
    One by one the dragons stood and walked out of Nyle's cave. Gail ruffled his hair and winked at Leon as she walked out.
    "You have created a good hoard for yourself, young An'nanyle," Meil said as he surveyed Nyle's piles of jewels.
    "Thank you, Elder An'mameil," Nyle replied. "I have worked hard."
    Meil nodded and looked at Leon. "I think I shall bring you something to complement your newest stunning piece to your hoard. It has been sitting on a shelf for decades and needs someone to take care of it. I will stop by later, An'nanyle."
    Nyle's eyes were wide with surprise, but he still managed to bow politely as Meil left the cave.
    After their long day of flying back to the dragon caves and holding the meeting, all Nyle and Leon wanted was to curl up in bed for sleep. With Leon warm against his back and Leon's arms wrapped securely around him, Nyle fell into a happy sleep.
    A dragon scream woke them a few hours later. The pained call echoed through the halls of the dragon mountain and Nyle dove out of bed and into his hoard room where he could take dragon form the second he heard it.
    Nyle was busy lighting the torches and chandeliers around his hoard when Leon entered the room.
    "What's going on?" Leon asked.
    Nyle lit the last candle with a bit of breath and began prowling around his cave. "That was a hoard scream," Nyle growled. "Someone has been stolen from."
    Nyle was watching the shadows, looking for one that didn't belong. No one was going to steal from his hoard! He kept half an eye on the entrance to his caves, another eye on Leon as his pretty backed into the human-sized rooms, and the rest of his attention on his hoard.
    A pained grunt from his human rooms made Nyle spin around in alarm, so he nearly missed the shadow that detached from the wall and dove straight for him, something shiny flashing through the air in front of the shadow.
    Nyle screamed in pain as something stabbed deep into his front paw and scrambled back on three legs, trying to get away from the human glaring at him and reaching for a knife in his belt.
    A black blur flew across the room, landed on the strange human, and sent them both flying with a crash. The wolf growled down at the human under him, but there was no movement.
    Leon turned from the unconscious human and rushed over to Nyle. Nyle stood on three paws; his fourth held in the air so the sword sticking out of it wouldn't get jostled as he