Chapter Nineteen
Today was the first day that the weather forecast had called for light snow showers instead of the blizzard conditions they’d had for most of the last four days. Comparatively, it was a beautiful day, but the dogs hovered at the edge of the porch, elated to be out and be able to see, yet hesitant to step on the path that had been cleared for them. Delilah shook her head at them.
Brogan, on the other hand, was staring intently up at the mountain.
What is it? Barrack asked, stepping out onto the porch with the two symbiots.
My dragon senses danger, Brogan replied.
Do you know what kind? Barrack asked, wrapping his hands around Delilah’s waist and pulling her into the protective shadows of the porch. He ignored her startled squeak and wrapped his arms around her to keep
