CHAPTER TWELVE
He caught sight of wings in cloud of smoke rising above the crater. Dax might have backed away the night before, but now, understanding the destruction that would be caused, he had to go and speak reason.
Looking around to ensure he was alone and out of sight, Dax pulled his clothing off and called his true form to the surface.
Rising like a well-fueled flame, his wings erupted outward. He stretched them wide as his body reshaped and armored scales hardened over the soft flesh of his human form. The transition brought out a groan of relief as he fell forward on his front claws. He shook away the remaining quakes in his joints and took to the sky, heading for the recently erupting crater.
Sulfur’s stench emanated from the thick cloud. Dax let it fill his nostrils, a remin
