Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

**Avery**

I ran and hugged Draven and Rory as soon as I saw them. They just giggled. We all sat and ate breakfast before we went

into a room in the palace that hasn’t been used in a long time. The dimly lit chamber buzzed with tension as Draven and

I leaned over a weathered map, our fingers tracing the jagged borders of Nightshade territory. The air was thick with the

scent of pine and sweat, a stark contrast to the cool, calculated demeanor of the group. Rory, her sharp eyes darting

between the map and the others, adjusted her hood, her voice low and urgent. “Remember, this is reconnaissance only. No engagements, no traces. We’re ghosts in their midst.” Her words hung heavy, a reminder of the peril we were about

to face.

Draven, his dark hair falling over his forehead, nodded grimly. “We’ll mask our scents and alter our appearances. They’ll

think we’re human traders passing through.” His hands moved with precision as he pulled vials of pungent oils from his

satchel, distributing them to the group. With my fiery red curls tied back in a loose braid, I sniffed the vial skeptically.

“Smells like a dead skunk mated with a pine tree. Should do the trick.” My lips quirked in a faint smile, but my eyes

remained hard, my mind already on the mission ahead.

The group worked in silence, smearing the oils over our skin and clothing, the acrid scent overpowering the natural musk

donned human disguises with the aid of Draven’s magic, also wore

look of weary travelers.

charmed to

Nightshade territory, the atmosphere shifted. The forest

themselves were watching. My hand rested lightly on the hilt of my dagger, my senses on high alert.

pack’s compound came into view, a sprawling cluster of wooden structures surrounded by a

stench of blood and fear hung in the air, mingling with the acrid scent

churned, but I kept my expression

entered the compound under the guise of traders, our cart laden with trinkets and furs—a convincing

the human disguises held.

approached us, her eyes narrowing as she inspected our wares. “What brings you to Nightshade, strangers?” Her voice was smooth,

charming smile, his voice smooth and practiced. “Just passing through,

Bethany’s lips curled, but she waved

you’re seen. We don’t take kindly

my heart pounded in my chest. The mission was

a muffled cry pierced the air. I froze, my eyes locking with Draven’s as all of the torture I had gone through floods my mind. He

resolve hardened.

the hut, my movements casual. Through a crack in the

scene. Female werewolves, their once-proud forms

whip in her hand, her face twisted

thinking, I shoved Draven aside

through the small space. Bethany whirled around, her eyes widening in

I lunged at her, fists