Furee Born: The Dragon Mage Series Book IV by Kelly Lucille Page A

Melly
said with a smile in her thoughts.  Solan grumbled and his dragon snorted fire
just a bit, making her laugh.  She knew how he felt about the mages of Seatown.
    You cannot still worry I
will leave you for some boring mage, even if he is half dragon? she
teased, her thoughts a windy caress he could feel across his snout and cheeks.
    I don’t like the way he
looked at you the last time he visited.
    How did he look at me? Melly
asked with clear exasperation just as they were landing beside the group of
mages.  She recognized the Lady Asha, her mate, Braedon, and the two elite
guards for Lord Theron, Archer and Cree, but she did not see Lord Theron
himself in either of his forms.  The only dragon she saw besides Asha was the
great blue figure of Lux who was just then shifting to his warrior form.
    With his eyes, Solan
thought back with belligerence making Melly laugh across his senses; this as
much as the realization that the Lord of Seatown was not among those here had
him relaxing.  He dropped to the deck, and as soon as Melly slid off his side
into Lux’s waiting arms, he shifted and took her back from the man.
    At the quick shift and
snatch, Lux laughed his booming laugh and clasped his commander on the back
with his usual jovial oomph.  If it had been anyone less imposing than General
Solan Fire-Eater, the hit would have felled him.
    Solan Fire-Eater, general
of the dragon knights, did not have Lux’s height, but he was built like the
dragon he shifted into and even Lux would not have wanted to take him on in
battle.  He held his mate high in his arms and did not so much as move with the
heavy pound from the large fist.  He did, however, give the knight a glare from
swirling silver eyes before he set his mate down beside him.  Normally Melly
would have laughed at both of them but too much was happening, and instead, she
turned looking anxiously about the room.
    “Lady Asha, Lord Braedon,”
Solan said, looking at both of them in turn and not liking the grim look on
either face.  He studied the two mage males who accompanied them.  Archer and
Cree he had met before but only in passing.  Neither said a word and he didn’t
like the look of them.
    You are being ridiculous.  
He heard his mate’s exasperated voice in his head.  All they are doing is
standing there.
    But it’s the way they are
standing there.  Like they own the ground on which they stand.
    Melly laughed in his head
again.  They stand no different than all the rest of the arrogant dragons
and mages around them.
    Perhaps.  He
studied the two mage warriors narrowly even as Braedon spoke.
    “Where is my sister?”
    Solan Fire-Eater turned
his eyes to him, hearing the grim rage in his tone, and recognizing the fire
barely banked in his eyes.
    Before he could speak,
Eben Kinkaid called from within.  “Everyone inside.  It appears we have much to
discuss.”
    They all trooped into the
war room.  But Braedon did not let a moment pass before he was speaking again. 
From the flame shooting up his arm, he was not going to be put off.
    “Where is my sister?” the
fire mage asked grimly, his eyes flashing around the room and then landing on
Eben, who stood with his mates at the large table.
    “They have gone to
Isolation to heal Aarion,” he said finally, his eyes moving from Braedon to his
seer mate, and then to Solan and Melly.  “I take it the seer and the wind talker
have news we will not like in regards to the Lady Riva.”
    Asha stepped close to her
mate’s side, her own eyes flashing from hot to cold with her two warring sides,
ice dragon and fire mage, neither of which were happy.  “The attack on
Isolation was a way for them to get the healer to come to them, since they
could not get to her here.”  The Lady Asha took her mate’s hand, and a second
later, the flame that worked its way up his arms was sucked away, leaving if
not cool heads at least no open flames behind.  “Graedon is in need of a
healer.”
    “Riva