Enchanted for thousands of years, the shapeshifters known as the Dragon’s Tooth Warriors have awakened to find the world a vastly different place. Their leader, concerned for their morale, dares to take them on a mission to confront the fullness of everything they’ve lost.
Little does Drake realize that this dangerous mission will give him a renewed purpose. And if they succeed these Pyr will have to question everything they thought they knew about the past—and confront a quest for the future.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Paranormal / ShiftersThis is a short story that has to be read in the series order. Please do not offer to translate it until the first four books in the series have been translated.
It was time.
Erik Sorensson, leader of the Pyr, waited at the standing stones of Callanish, as agreed. It was close to midnight, the sky filled with dark clouds and the wind chilly off the Atlantic.
He waited alone. He leaned against the tallest stone, the one that might have been a finger pointing to the heavens, and listened.
Erik had no doubt that the Dragon’s Tooth Warriors would keep to their commander’s agreement. They were ancient, these warriors, remnants of a time long before his own. Erik was old, but the Dragon’s Tooth Warriors were far, far older.
So much older that they were almost incomprehensible to him. He wondered what they wanted of him.
He expected it was permission.
But for what? He needed every talon in this fight against the Slayers and was impatient to have the Dragon’s Tooth Warriors committed to his ranks. He knew they had endured a great trauma and wanted to give them time.
The problem was that Erik didn’t have a lot of time.
He hoped they requested something he could grant.
Erik sensed the Dragon’s Tooth Warriors before he saw them. They had no scent, these ancient warriors. His awareness of their arrival was more a prickling at the edge of his thoughts, more a manifestation of his gift of foresight than the raw ability to smell his fellows.
Erik scanned the eastern sky and saw their silhouettes appearing through the clouds. The moonlight touched their dark figures, painting them with silver as if they came from a dream.
In a way, they did, having been awakened after centuries of spellbound sleep.
As always, the Dragon’s Tooth Warriors were rigorously disciplined. It was as if a single mind drove their actions. Erik knew it was their military training, but still, he was impressed.
He wanted them pledged to the cause of the Pyr.
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Majo Dominguez
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