Finally, Reginald’s blue dragon slumps down and his fiery green eyes dull to a lifeless white.
The red dragon chirps out a deadly roar when he sees his brother lying dead on the floor. The blue stomach is bloated and swollen from all of the surging water.
With a vicious hiss, the red dragon shakes the wolves off, sending them flying in all directions. The four wolves regroup beside Westin as he grabs an ax off the truck.
He raises it over his head and launches it at the dragon’s belly. It summersaults through the air and bounces off the red scales without making a scratch.
The terrifying dragon leans up on his two back legs, towering over them, and opens its massive jaws.
I can feel the flames in the back of his throat from here. They won’t survive this onslaught. They’re standing rig
