loud crash, iron on stone, as she saw a huge door of metal bars go flying against the wall and onto the ground.
The wolf whipped around to see the dragon stalking toward them, collar glowing, hair floating up around him, looking menacing and evil as anything she’d ever seen.
No, more menacing.
His eyes assessed her, noting Galen’s hands on her wrists, his other hand reaching for her zipper, the glazed look in his eyes. She saw the dragon’s eyes go totally red.
“I’m going to kill you,” he said, storming forward faster than any human could move.
In a second, he was in front of her, holding Galen in the air by his neck. It happened so fast she didn’t even realize she’d been released until she tumbled back against the wall.
The dragon walked away from her, holding Galen aloft, staring at him, fury radiating off him along with some kind of purple waves.
“I was already going to kill you. Now I’m going to fucking filet you.”
Galen struggled, eyes bulging, hands grasping at the dragon’s hand that imprisoned him.
“How dare you?” the dragon said. “That is mine . Do you know anything about dragons?”
Galen shook his head, terrified. Despite the horror still in Bridget’s heart, it was satisfying to see he now looked more scared than even she had been a moment ago.
“Then you shouldn’t have fucking done something like that in front of me,” he said, reaching the wall at the opposite end of the prison and shoving Galen into it.
“What should I do with you?” the dragon asked in a low voice. “So many options.” She could hear the grin in his voice.
“Why isn’t your collar working?” the wolf croaked out.
“I don’t know. I don’t care. In a few moments, you won’t either.”
His hand tightened on Galen’s throat, and the other man went more and more purple. Choking, fighting, struggling.
“So many things I could do to you, but I like this. I like the helplessness of it. The fear in your eyes.”
Then, just as Galen was about to pass out, the dragon dropped him.
He made a choking noise and tried to struggle to his feet, but the dragon just waved a pale hand, and Galen went flying through the air into the wall next to them, crashing into it and falling to the ground, only to be swiftly lifted and flung into the other wall.
Over and over he was thrown and smashed, thrown and smashed, until he didn’t even groan anymore.
Bridget finally got her bearings when she heard noises above and realized someone was up and moving.
She hurried forward, realizing if anyone came down, things would get rough.
She stopped just behind the dragon as he whirled to look at her, surprised.
“You should know better than to bug me when I’m playing with my food.”
She blanched. “You don’t really eat humans, or shifters, do you?”
He glared at the wolf in front of him. “I’m thinking of making an exception.”
“We have to go,” she said. “They’re up. At least, someone is upstairs, moving.”
His eyes narrowed and he listened. “You’re right. Fine. Well, it takes too long to kill a wolf shifter anyway. I’ll just let him die when I burn the place down, now that I’ve got my powers back.”
She looked around. “How are we getting out?”
“Stand back,” he said, looking at the wall behind his cell. “I’ll break this down.”
But as he put his hands out and focused on the wall, she felt the energy in the room fade.
No matter how he concentrated, the wall wasn’t moving. He looked down at his hands and at the room around him and cursed, grabbing the collar at his throat.
“Dammit, it’s back on again. I haven’t the slightest idea how it works.” He looked at her. “You’ll just have to help me, then.”
“Why should I?” she asked.
“Because I helped you avoid becoming wolf meat.”
She frowned. “You chose to do what you wanted to do. I don’t owe you anything.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “I like you. You’re something. Nearly