Elementals: Ice Wolves

in a hoarse, unending scream. Crimson, bronze, and copper wove together into glittering scales as they snaked across her skin, and a heartbeat later, Rayna was gone. In her place lay a scorch dragon f ifteen feet long, sprawled on its back, claws raking through the air as it roared over the sound of the crowd. It scrambled, rolling onto its side and clambering to its feet, wings spreading wide, tail lashing in a long arc. This was impossible! Waves of heat washed over Anders, as if he were far too close to a f ire—his skin stung, the lining of his throat burning as he dragged down air. “Attack!” the Fyrstulf screamed beside him, jolting Anders from his horror. The dragon’s tail swept toward him, catching him in the ribs and knocking him clean off his feet. Pain rippled through his body, and he couldn’t tell whether the heat—it was coming from the dragon, for certain—was burning him, or just blasting him. All he knew was that there was a dragon right above him, roaring so loudly the sound itself was like a living thing.

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