The Alpha's Triple Lunas novel Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Three – A little dragon queen.

He’d surely live to meet her again, she’d regret their next meeting. He hoped she’d like his surprise.

The young woman turned and looked at him, “Wait, you’re the Cold Prince, eh?” she had a heavy voice. One that the cold prince couldn’t believe sounded nice to him.

He said nothing so she shrugged and ran off.

While his eyes were still on the path Margaret had disappeared to. A wolf jumped on one of his soldiers snapping off his head off.

He drew back his sister and started fending off the animals.

Margaret had never left. She stayed back making sure that these strangers were killed off.

But how did those wolves become less vile? Or was the prince too much for them? She’d never seen a prince so she stayed back to see this one.

From the stories she had heard, he didn’t look so princely. Unless the rather well built body and stoic face.

The young man with his brown long hair was surely skilled in sword art.

His moves were swift but not strong. As it was a defensive technique not attack. He still gave small cuts to the wolves.

His red attire only hinted on him being, perhaps, a senior ranking soldier, who was sent to kill Scott. His last assistant had been shredded my the wolves already.

The young man's only hesitations were to avoid hurting the little girl besides him. Margaret guessed it was his sister.

They had an uncanny resemblance and she was too young to be a lover or wife.

She wasn’t even sure if they’re enemies but they sneaking up on her with weapons showed they weren’t friends. She did feel bad for the little girl who could die.

“Hey, look out” the small girl shouted as the leader of the wolf pack pinned her brother to the ground. Fighting to claw off his face while he protected it’s teeth with his sword.

“Dark Dragon, Dark Dragon” the little girl screamed and hurried brought out a flute tied on her waist, playing it, the melody sounded way too familiar to Margaret.

A sensation began moving the trees and the birds began fretting. Little animals began scurrying for shelter.

And the wolves whimpered slowly backing down. High pitch screeches could be heard a far off.

“Did dragons still exist?” Margaret wondered.

Her answer came as a ten feet black bird with fiery eyes dived down to the ground, sending everything around it flying to the air.

Even the strangers were hit harshly unto a wall. She was lucky to have landed on some soft grasslands.

The leader of the wolf pack took a clever initiative to run off with the surviving wolves. The bird didn’t bother chase.

The brown haired prince seemed to have pass out and he’s hair turned a pale grey.