Page 80 of Thorulf
Chapter Thirty
“JADE,”THORULF ROARED, launching into the sky after his mate when, as usual, she didn’t listen but barreled headfirst into action.“You’re not strong enough without the Forge.”
The truth was he didn’t know if she was or wasn’t, but that made no difference. The thought of her going up against these dragons sickened him.
“Dagr, Maya,”he roared into their minds.“We need your help. Thor’s and Loki’s help. Leviathan’s and Destiny’s.”
Because if they had any chance at all, it was with everyone at their back. Evil, in both forms, was a vicious enemy with nothing but sheer hatred fueling it.
“We’re coming.”Leviathan’s internal voice crackled due to the godly storm manifesting overhead. One Jade sped toward without a thought to her own safety or any potential offspring.
“Because it can't matter right now, and you know it,”she shot back.“The safety of those below have to come first. The Fortress. Your Stronghold. The Realm.”
She was right, but that didn’t make her imminent death any easier to swallow. He needed to distract the enemy dragons. Get their focus on him instead of her. So he drew them his way by holding Loki’s Dagger by the tip of his tail and taunting them like a dog with a bone.
In the meantime, Jade looked like an emerald whipping across black silk, her scales brilliant against a cauldron of churning ebony clouds. Her eyes might be blazing green, but she was seeing red as she shot straight up when they thought to go over her to get to him. To get to the treasure above all treasures.
Thorulf roared in denial when the purple dragon dropped altitude quickly. It would have smashed into Jade had Vicar’s crimson dragon not shot out of a cloud and crashed into the enemy first.
“He shouldn’t be here,”Jade exclaimed.“Of all of us, Vicar’s way too vulnerable in this storm.”
While Thorulf agreed, he could only be grateful his brother had gotten here when he did. Otherwise, the purple dragon would have snapped Jade’s neck coming at her from that angle.
“I’m no more vulnerable than you,”Vicar returned, clearly enjoying himself. He and the purple dragon were caught in a tailspin, racing toward the ground together.“You forget I have Celtic godliness as well.”
So he liked to assume despite having seen no sign of it.
Grateful he would, at last, have his revenge, Thorulf tucked Loki’s Dagger in his talon and raced toward the black dragon. Neither slowed despite lightning bolts hitting the enemy. Despite Loki’s fiery whips sizzling off his Evil scales.
“Good,”Thorulf growled into Evil’s mind, out for blood. Better he wasn’t destroyed before he got ahold of him.“I’d much rather fight you myself.”
“Thorulf,”Jade roared into his mind, frightened for him. Yet again, fine with her doing it but not him.“Don’t do it. Not without backup. Not without...”
That’s all he heard before he and the black dragon crashed into each other, the impact so jarring it nearly knocked the fire out of him. But not his anger. Not his pure, untouchable rage at what this deity had taken from him and Jade.
So much rage that their fighting was wicked and relentless.