Harper wasn't sure what she was watching. A few minutes ago, she had braced herself for Saint's loss in battle, but now her mate looked like he had stepped out from a volcano.
Every pore on Saint's skin burned and radiated inner fire. He threw himself at Jack's whipping tail, small yet melting the ice, until the frost wyvern screamed in agony.
It was a terrible sound that made Tanja act on her pure instinct. Tears ran down her cheek, and she yelled. "Stop! Don't kill him! Please! Saint! Jack is my mate!"
Steam filled the cold air, and the temperature was growing hotter. Jack was down on the ground, writhing in suffering. It made Harper make a rash decision.
"Saint, don't kill Jack!" Harper shouted with her fingers curled around her mouth. She hoped her mate would listen. "The battle i
