The wind howling through the northern mountain passes was a sharp, ice-cold contrast to the stifling sulfur heat of the battlefield they just left.
Hana didn't struggle against the massive, razor-sharp talons clamped firmly around her waist. Her ribs ached fiercely where the crushing shockwave of the wind blast had shattered her structural armor plate, and every heavy, rhythmic thump of the green dragon's wings sent a sharp jolt of agony straight up her spine.
A steady trickle of blood dried against her split lip, but her brown eyes remained completely wide, tracking every cloud formation, every mountain peak, and the three large crimson shapes flying just a hundred yards ahead of them.
One of them had her baby.
