Chapter Fourteen
Blood
“All right, Ripley, don’t get ahead of yourself,” I said, speaking louder than I had anticipated. “Wardens aren’t marching anywhere. We still need a plan.” I was so furious that the warlocks were acting so irrational. I went to the podium, trying to get through to them. My blood was boiling. The warlocks seemed shocked by my outburst, but whatever. I didn’t care what they thought. I assumed Ripley could see the bigger picture. We weren’t going to accomplish much with unnecessary violence. We had to be clever. For now, I was their leader—the uprising was my idea. “Right now, we have more than a hundred dragons hatching, and this is already getting out of control. You all need to understand that the Dark Ones shouldn’t expect us, and they do now. With dragons, we are
