Logan.
What the f**k had just happened? He got up off the dirt, wiped down his Jeans, just as the rest of the group turned up.
“Well then, considering what could have happened, that went quite well, I think.” It was Jaxon forever the optimist.
“What in the name of all things f*****g holy, went right with that?!” Brooke whispered screamed in his strange voice.
“She didn’t eat our ashes like she told her father she would do?” Logan was a half full cup sort of guy as well.
“She very nearly ate your ashes though” Devon said, clapping him on the back, like he almost liked him or something.
In the distance the mournful roar of a dragon echoed back to them.
“She’s war, Logan. You know that right?” Beast said, looking across the trees towards the distant mountains. “That i***t husband
