Claire wanted to protest. How did you distract something that wanted to tear you to shreds? When the wyvern went for Roy as he dived towards the ground, she attacked, her claws raking across its back.
The creature turned on her and she arrowed away, trying to avoid the sharp teeth that looked like they’d do as much damage as the claws. “What’s taking you so long, Roy?” She slashed at the wyvern, her claws barely managing to harm it.
“I’m giving Nate my phone so he can ring Amos and tell him we’re at the place where he’s been training me.”
The wyvern managed to rake its claws along her side and she spun away, trying to keep her wings out of its way. The last thing she wanted to do was plummet to the ground. She doubted she’d survive that fall. “Well hurry up.”
“I can smell your blood. A
