Chapter Thirteen
“Zohar, I’s scare,” Spring whispered, looking at him. “I’s want to go home to my mommy and daddy.”
“I’s want to go home, too, Spring,” Zohar admitted in a soft voice, looking down at where Roam’s head rested in Spring’s lap. His friend was so tired, he hadn’t shifted back into his two-legged form before he fell into a restless sleep. “Amber and Jade will get the old dragon to quit shaking the mountain.”
They both looked up when Phoenix flew back up to the ledge and crawled toward them. She shook her head. She had been keeping an eye on the other three. She turned and sat with her back against the hard rock and curled her legs up against her chest.
“Alice is still night-night,” she whispered in concern. “I don’t likes it. She not sleeping likes we do. She not waking whe
