Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

**Avery**

Things have gotten out of hand because of me and I need to rectify that. We will leave her with those slaves and any

decent person, including Rory’s loved ones. My friend will have her family and her happy ending. I will do my best to see

that every woman here does, except for Bethany and her friends. They are dead, they just don’t know it yet. I released

Bethany, who crumpled to the ground, coughing and sputtering. Without hesitation, I turned to the chained females, my

hands trembling as I worked to free them. “You’re safe now,” I murmured, my voice soft despite the rage still simmering

in my veins. Draven and Rory exchanged a glance, unspoken questions passing between them. This was no longer a

reconnaissance mission. It was a rescue, a rebellion, and they were in too deep to turn back. They will fight beside me. I

know using magic has to be our last resort because packs don’t possess magic, which is why they usually ally with

witches, at least the corrupt ones do.

As the females were freed, one of them, her face bruised and swollen, whispered, “Thank you… but there’s more. The

traitors in your tribe… they’re allied with Cora. The Hags’ parents… they’re the ones who sold us out.”

My blood ran cold. The Hags’ parents? I let them live. I should have killed them after I did their worthless children. Draven’s jaw tightened, his grip on his blade white-knuckled. “We’ll deal with them when we return. For now, we need to

get out of here.”

As the moon cast an eerie glow over the battlefield, the sound of snarling and howling filled the night air. The stench of

blood and sweat mixed with the earthy scent of fur as we clashed with the pack of fifty werewolves guarding their

enslaved female counterparts. Our weapons flashed in the moonlight as we fought tooth and nail, determined to free any

of those still trapped in chains. The ground trembled beneath us as our fierce battle raged on, each side unwilling to back

down. Despite our exhaustion and wounds which will heal quickly, we pressed on with unwavering determination,

refusing to let these innocent creatures suffer any longer. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we emerged victorious,

but not unscathed. Our bodies were bruised and battered, our minds haunted by the violence we had witnessed. But in

in blood and dirt, we knew that our struggle had been worth

wolf and invited those worthy to

until they decided their future. I used my link to tell my

But as we prepared to leave, a chilling howl echoed through the forest, followed

dark figures emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing with malicious

them sneered, her voice

outnumbered, and the night was far

ready. “Looks like

synchronized, their intentions clear. My hand tightened around my dagger,

We had survived the Nightshade pack, but this new threat loomed larger,

and determination. We had come for answers, but now we

lives.

there is no alternative, we have

to Rory, its expression curious.

“What if…

not a

narrowed, its gaze

tremor in

together, if we share that power with you, would it

us, its expression unreadable.

Rory was suggesting, and it was bold, reckless even. But it might

forgive me because

his expression dark but determined. “If this is

“Very well. But know this: if

other, our hands brushing, our gazes locking. The air around us crackled with

we had to do, and we knew the risks. But in that moment, as we prepared

knew that we had no

mixture of hunger and curiosity. The chamber seemed to hold its breath,

rhythmic drip of water.

in a surge of shared desire, shared power, we came together. My hands

his in a kiss that was fierce, desperate. Draven’s hands roamed over my body, his touch

pulled me closer, our connection deepening

short gasps, joined us, her hands exploring, her body pressing against

around us seemed to shimmer, to pulse with energy, as

watched the

passion, our moans, our whispered words

our powers reached a fever pitch, the beast stepped