Trelon started when the hatch blew. The first face he saw belonged to Kelan. One look at his brother’s face and he knew better than to argue. Both of them would do anything to save their mates. Kelan’s eyes, and the rolling of scales under his skin, showed he was doing everything in his power to keep his dragon under control. Their dragons were fierce warriors, but not made for fighting on warships. They were too large to maneuver in the tight confines of the rooms and corridors, and dragon fire in space did not usually end well for anyone, including the dragon.
“Your mate has been very busy. Our team has detected multiple random shutdowns of the systems aboard. Since they are still occurring, I believe we can safely say they have not caught her yet,” Kelan said gruffly, his voice deeper
