“Release me!” Creon ordered, struggling to break free of the bonds holding him.
He had transformed seconds earlier, hoping the move would allow him to escape, but the restricting bands merely adjusted as his body changed. The sound of Carmen’s furious roar made him wince. He twisted around, trying to see her.
“I need to reach my mate. Please—release me,” he said, acknowledging that fighting against the bands would be futile.
The symbiot gold bands slowly released their grip and flowed back into the river. With the Gateway now closed, there was no longer any need to restrain Creon or Carmen. He grimaced when Zoran’s dragon crashed down the steps.
“Carmen!” he called in a loud voice.
He hurried over to his brother. Zoran shifted back into his two-legged form and groaned. Creon gave his
