I’m a couple of steps behind Everett as we race out of the main house. Ancalagon’s roar for help can’t mean anything good. In his nearly five years, I’ve only heard him cry for help one other time, the time he thought he burned Eliane alive.
When I see Ancalagon, I stop short. I have no idea what could have caused the damage to his body that he’s sustained. And it isn’t just him, the other dragons are all injured as well.
I’m not sure if it’s the doctor in Everett or if he’s just become accustomed to crisis after crisis at our school, but unlike me, he doesn’t stop. He races up to Ancalagon, quickly doing triage to see how badly he’s injured.
“ANCALAGON!” Avani roars, his scales rippling along his skin as he rushes up. “Who did this to you? Who did this to all of you?” he asks, looking
