As soon as the rogue saw Rose, he fought the dragons pinning him to the ground. His thick tail slammed against the dirt, his sharp talons clawed to find purchase, and his neck twisted and bulged as he struggled to free his head. His captors ignored his efforts.
Zale was crouched beside him. He was soothing his hand along the rogue"s neck and talking quietly to him, like one might do with a frightened child. Her heart squeezed at the sight. Given his treatment of Maryk, she hadn"t expected him to be so understanding or comforting to a rogue dragon.
The scent of burning flesh hung in the air. Sizzling blisters scorched the length and breadth of his body. Rose"s stomach churned at the sight. She rubbed her belly, hoping to ease it. This is why they needed her: to help heal him. They"d need
