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She cut her womb.There was no other way to explain the blood on him there.Did she make sure my seed would not take or did she hit herself there on accident?

I do not understand.He didn’t get any more time to think.

The coven Witches began to move.

Springing into action, he bent forward and ripped the shackles around his ankles free and spun off the altar. He blew a ring of fire above his head.

“Shift!” The flames came back to encase him.

By the time the Witches were on their feet, he was standing before them on his paws.

He stepped forward and unleashed flames towards the woman from his breath. She had just enough time to throw three dragonscales in the air to add to a shield to protect herself.

He continued to breathe fire, knowing that the shield would eventually falter if he waited long enough, and only paused to take a quick breath through his slitted nostrils.

To the side he could see the man running towards him with a clean sword.I have seen him use a sword before, his magic is not strong.He kicked sideways just as he slashed. They would not poison him if they wanted to keep him alive.

Rurik sent him flying across the room, but not before he managed to slice off the toe next to his pinkie. A loud, pain-filled roar escaped Rurik as blood gushed from his missing toe.

He charged forward while he blew his flames, startling the female who gasped, right before his head made impact with the wall. She was between them, and his strength broke that shield.

He impaled her with three spikes jutting around his head.

The man threw something towards him when he stepped back to shake her corpse from his head. When she was flung away, Rurik released more flames, burning away those spices from the air so they couldn’t affect him.

He reached into his pocket and crushed a glass vial in his hand to make the blood it contained spread through his fingers and palm.

Rurik spun around to knock him with his tail since it would reach further, but he was blasted in the side. He hit the ground and was sent sliding. Breathing fire to distract him, he rushed to his paws so he could do so without being attacked.

Rurik followed his fire, his scaly head coming through it and startling the male. He slashed his sword forward, cutting against his chest deep enough to make him bleed.

Another roar fell from him, and he swiped his hand to the side, making the male go flying against the wall that held the exit door. He crumbled, the impact hard and heavy.

Rurik didn’t give him time to rise. He followed after him and grabbed him in his paw to lift him. He bit around his head before he could even open his eyes to scream.

If there had been any more for him to fight, he would have struggled. If he hadn’t picked them off at Mahesh’s lair and then killed that other woman when they had forced him to be human, then Rurik wouldn’t have succeeded so easily.

He was used to fighting one or two Witches. There was only one who had ever caused him to flee by themselves.

I must find Strolguil.He needed to kill him, needed to rid the world of his villainous life, the heart of the plague of Dark Witches.

Being so large, that would be near impossible to do. He would have to tear this building down to find him.

Not willing to turn himself human, he was just about to shrink his size when the exit door opened, and someone confidently sauntered inside the room. His lips curled back over his fangs as his wings tensed behind him. Even his scales puffed in aggression.

With a snarl, he turned to face him with deep-seated loathing.

“Strolguil...”

Chapter 33

Amalia bashed on the ward with one fist to get it to open. She’d smeared her blood across it, she even tried to add to it, but she couldn’t lower it.

“Why?” she sobbed.

Why will it not come down?

She wanted to leave this place, wanted to flee before the Dragon came to burn her, or the Witch came to corrupt her.