CHAPTER 12
Wyndingo was doing everything he could to not hurt York. He hated fighting a man he had
looked at like a little brother for centuries. However, he wasn't going to just stand there and allow the man to kill him either. York had just rolled away from Wyndingo and was preparing to strike once more when he seemed to just stop. "What the f**k?"
Looking around, Wyndingo realized everyone but he and the Santorini Foxes were all stopped in mid-movement.
Wyndingo had just gotten to his mate when he saw two small critters flutter towards them. One was a tiny black dragon with large blue butterfly wings outlined with black and the other was just as tiny, with large pink wings outlined in black.
"Helio! Briar!" Pascal shouted running towards the two butterfly dragons and white phoenix
