Two minutes later, the cave floor violently trembled.
Caspian burst through the entrance of the den, walked bristly with his heavy feet until he reached the sleeping area.
His golden eyes were blazing, his tail leaving deep grooves in the dirt as he scrambled over. He thought it was a medical crisis, a dynamic threat to the child, something that could require his urgent assistance—until his nostrils flared.
The heavy, combined scent of fox and falcon lingering in the air around Hana hit his dragon senses like a torch.
His jaw locked, a terrifying, jealous rage instantly exploding from his aura as his throat glowed orange, a promise of violence and fire. He thought they had taken advantage of her while she was weak and recovering.
"Hana!" Caspian bellowed, his voice a tectonic rumble of pure fury. "Did those two dare to force themselves on you while your ribs are still—"
