CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Adalard squinted upward through the driving blizzard, watching as the silver and green dragon dropped two men on the ground beside him before landing with a menacing growl when they tried to bolt. The men dropped to their knees, whimpering and cowering. Adalard formed a metal cage around them as Jaguin shifted.
“Mason said he saw the last two humans ‘running like two bitches in heat being chased by a pack of horny wolves’—his words, not mine,” Jaguin dryly replied when Adalard lifted his eyebrow in confusion.
They turned when Mason appeared out of the snow. He was gripping his hat with one hand, his head bowed against the wind, and carrying his rifle in the other. He looked up at them and shook his head.
“I don’t think the others will be an issue. The storm is only
