Blueblood Dragon (A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (Genesis Valley Book 1) (9 page)

But it was enough for Ana, and she waded in, landing a one-two jab combo to his stomach that almost doubled her attacker over. She spun in close, driving a backward elbow right into his sternum before hitting him low. It wasn’t “fair,” but she didn’t care. This fight was to the death and she would do whatever it took. He managed to deflect that blow, but enough of her fist came in contact with him that he howled in pain.

A backhand caught her unawares and she shuffled backward, resetting her jaw from where he had broken it.

Enough of this.

Ana wasn’t big on fighting. In fact, she hated it with a passion. She was much more of a free-flowing, loving being. The hippie movement of several decades past had been right up her alley, even if the popular drugs of the time didn’t affect her.

But when you stopped aging at roughly twenty-five in human years and had thousands of years to hone your instincts, you learned a thing or two.

She darted forward, dipping low beneath the blow she knew he was going to throw. One of her big advantages was that no man, not even this thousand-year-old dragon shifter in front of her, believed that a
woman
could know how to fight. It was almost worse in the older shifters, because they were born in a time where woman truly were considered worthless and stupid. So when she came at him with combat techniques that would have put a trained martial artist to shame, it caught him completely off guard.

He had gotten the best of her by using the size of his beast to his advantage. Now she used his size to hers, ducking and weaving out of the path of his slower-moving blows. He was fast, and she wasn’t confident enough to play around with him, but it quickly became obvious he was outclassed.

Fingers wrapped around an outstretched arm as he hurled a desperate jab at her. Holding it in place, she smashed her forehead into it, snapping his forearm in half. It was a neat trick she had learned during one of her stays in Africa. A backhand to his neck sent him stumbling.

That proved to work against her, however, as he recovered quickly and was suddenly outside of her range, but within his. A fist came flying at her face, directed by his working arm. Ana faced a split-second decision, knowing she couldn’t avoid it completely. She could move with it to try and lessen the blow, or she could do something he wouldn’t expect.

She chose the latter. Clenching her teeth against the pain she knew was coming, Ana met his fist with her own, driving it forward with all the power she possessed. Finger bones shattered on both sides, sending spikes of agony up her arm into her head, but she followed through with a technique that would make any of her masters proud. Her fist was stronger than his, and she continued her blow, smashing his wrist into oblivion.

Now he had no arms capable of defense, and she had one still able to attack. Adopting a side-on approach, she drove him backward until the opportunity she’d been waiting for presented itself. She ducked low, slicing at his calf with her hand straight like a blade. It connected with the muscle, sending it into spasm. The shifter began to hop on one foot, and as Ana rose from her crouch she shifted all her weight to her back foot, and drove her front one into his windpipe with all of her strength.

The Order member collapsed, gasping for breath, just as the shifter who had come to her rescue arrived back on the scene. He saw her mangled hand, strode over to the shifter, and in one smooth motion snapped his neck. He let the corpse fall by the wayside and strode over to her.

“Need a hand setting anything?” he asked.

Her jaw was still healing, so instead of trying to speak, Ana simply held out her hand. If he had wanted her dead, he wouldn’t have intervened. Whoever he was, she trusted him to not attack her long enough to at least explain what was going on.

The man began pulling on her fingers, helping them set properly. Although a shifter could heal from just about any wound, if broken bones weren’t set properly, they often knitted themselves back together the way they lay. Rebreaking them was just as painful the second time around, so most shifters quickly learned how to set broken bones.

“Can you still fight?” he asked moments later.

She could already feel her hand beginning to heal. Nodding, she looked back at the village, the direction from which she had come.

“Merlin,” he said, sticking out his left hand instead of his right, to accommodate her injury.

“H’Nuh,” she managed through her jaw.

“Hannah?” he asked, his eyebrows coming together in confusion.

She shook her head, forcing her jaw to move as she repeated herself.

“Ah, Anna,” he said.

She shook her head, rolling her eyes in exasperation. She motioned back at the village.

“Right, yes. I do believe Ferro could go for our help. Don’t you agree?”

She answered him by taking off at a run, not waiting for him to catch up. Ferro was in trouble, and he needed her help.

Ana was done running.

Ferro

A fist sent him tumbling away.

Spitting blood, Ferro rose to his feet with lethal grace, evading the next blow and delivering a right jab at his foe’s face. The dragon shifter twisted with the blow, but he made a crucial mistake.

Instead of ending up on the outside of Ferro’s right hand, he twisted
inside.
Ferro smiled. All he had to do was bend his right arm at the elbow, and it snaked into the man’s neck. A quick wrench, assisted by an open-palmed blow from his left, and the shifter dropped, his spine no longer connected.

Five men had initially ambushed them. One had taken off after Ana, but his spot had been replaced by the man Ana had knocked out. All told, four dragon shifters was a big order for Ferro. Thankfully they were all young, under a millennium in age. Unfortunately, it appeared as if three of them had been training as a team for some time. They operated with a scary understanding of each other’s strengths and weaknesses, using that knowledge to exploit openings in Ferro’s defenses.

The fourth man on the team had been the first he’d put down. After that, it had been a whirlwind of punches, slashes, and blows taken and given. He was bleeding from several places, and he was fairly positive something in his left ankle was broken. He was
completely
positive that his nose was broken.

“You should have joined us,” one of the shifters said, even as he danced into Ferro’s right.

“Bite me,” he replied between breaths. They were constantly moving around him, forcing him to keep up with three at once. It was wearing on him, though he wasn’t hard pressed just yet. Just now he was steadily backing away from the three as they spread out to try and surround him after their latest exchange.

“Uh, boss,” one of them said, looking over Ferro’s head.

“Yes, I see it,” the one in the middle replied. “Time to finish this.”

Ferro wasn’t sure what they saw, but whatever it was, it spurred them on even more. He deflected the first blow, and turned the second man’s punch so that it carried him toward the third, all in the span of a few seconds.

But he couldn’t get back in time to avoid the second attempt by the first man. The blow rocked him backward, connecting solidly with the side of his head. A flurry of blows rained down upon him, but he managed to get his arms up to block them.

A kick swept him off his feet. He lashed out on the way down, and felt his foot connect with something. As soon as he hit the ground he was moving, rolling away from the shifters.

He felt more than heard the next impact, but he cried out nonetheless. As his roll ended and he rose to his feet, it took Ferro a moment to realize that he hadn’t felt the blow, nor had he cried out. He had heard it, and
expected
it to land on him.

But as he watched, a shifter he recognized very well waded into the midst. Right behind him was Ana, fury written on her face as she delivered a no-holds barred uppercut, sending several teeth flying from one of his attackers.

The man to Ferro’s left, farthest from the newcomers, suddenly looked worried.

Ferro gave him a smile completely devoid of emotion. Then he went on the attack.

***

“Merlin,” he said with a smile, pulling the man in for a brief hug.

“Hello, Father,” the dragon shifter said, relief evident in his voice.

It had been him that the shifters had seen, swooping low over the ground to join the battle. Charging along the road under him, Ana had whipped herself into a frenzy to keep up. He was glad they had; the fight would have been much closer than he preferred to think about if they hadn’t gotten there so quickly.

Releasing his son, he turned to Ana.

“I told you to run,” he said, not completely successful in keeping the smile off his face.

“I did,” she said, coming forward and allowing herself to be swept up into his arms. “But you let one of them go. So I had to deal with him. Then I found backup.”

He chuckled at her interpretation of the events, knowing she was just teasing him. They were able to do that now, because they had won. It had been a close thing, but for the time, they would be free of any attackers.

“We need to go,” he ordered, glad to see the pair nod in agreement with his assessment. “We have killed enough of them that they will send more powerful ones next time. They will realize who they are up against, if they do not already.”

Despite the seeming ease of his words, Ferro’s voice was heavy. So many dragons had already died, and things were just beginning. Where would the race be when the dust settled?

He knew instinctively that their
numbers
could be replaced. The mining operations in Genesis Valley saw to that. Dragons could reproduce one of two ways. Although uncommon, mating with a human could—and had—produced a full-blooded dragon. Many dragons, especially those born to a mixed human-dragon partnership, found it hard to live as long as they did, seeing all of their family and friends pass away while they remained unchanged.

The second way had been discovered by accident. If a dragon chose to, they too could give up their hold on life while in their dragon form. When that happened, their form would turn to cold gray stone. But deep within, near where their heart would have been, they would leave behind a gemstone a little bigger than a human head. If a mature dragon turned their breath upon one of these stones, they would breathe life into it, turning the stone into an egg, and a new dragon would be born.

There were a number of dragon stones in possession of the miners of Genesis Valley, enough to replace the lost population. But he couldn’t do it all at once, and some of the dragons they were bound to come up against would be old, like his son Luthor. Ferro did not relish the idea of extinguishing the life of such magnificent creatures who had seen and lived so much.

It was a waste.

There was no way around it, however, because more lives would be lost if he didn’t do it. It was a heavy burden, and one that Ferro would ask no one but himself to bear. He had a sneaking suspicion of where people like Ana and Merlin would tell him to stick it if he tried to force them to stay behind. So he gave them the choice.

“Neither of you need to come with me,” he said at last. “We need to leave here, but you can go on your own. Disappear, and live in peace.” He paused. “I will deal with the mess I have created.”

“That
you
created?” Merlin said in disbelief.

Ferro nodded. “I stood by while you and the other members of the Council were under attack. I could have intervened and ended this a long time ago, but I did not. I thought it was best if I stayed hidden, in the shadows and uninvolved.” He snarled. “I was wrong. No more will I sit idly by while my family is murdered. If they want to come after you, they will have to go through
me
.”

“And me,” Ana said firmly, taking a step back to look him squarely in the eye. Her glare brooked no argument.

“You do not have to do this,” he told her, instead of outright telling her no. He
knew
doing that would not be a smart idea. This path was the only slightly more intelligent one.
Slightly
.

“Of course I don’t,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “But at the same time, these nutjobs wanted to kill
me
before they even knew you were back in the game. That sort of makes me more ticked off than you. Besides, now they’ve threatened you. You need someone to watch your back.” She crossed her arms, her eyes daring him to argue.

Being a man who valued his life, Ferro decided not to. “Very well,” he said. “And you?” he asked, turning to Merlin.

“I may have been the youngest member of the Council,” he began, though Ferro cut him off with a snort.

He may have been the youngest member, but he was still much older than most of the other dragons out there, even if he was smaller in stature than any of them.

“Anyway,” he said with a glare at Ferro. “But my junior status doesn’t mean I’m an idiot. Really, you’re the one who is late to the game, Father. I stayed here after the Council scattered, just in case something like this happened. It’s actually me who is responsible for such a high concentration of Order agents nearby. They’ve been hunting me for months now.” He glanced at Ana.

“So I just happened to wander into a warzone between everyone?” she asked in disbelief.

Merlin nodded. “Yep, pretty much. Bad luck, that.”

Ana looked up at Ferro. “Oh, I’m not so sure about that,” she said slowly, giving his hand a squeeze.

Merlin looked back and forth between the two of them, as if realizing their connection for the first time. He nodded repeatedly, a smile breaking out on his face. “Good for you, Pops!” he crowed.

Ferro rolled his eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” he growled. He
hated
that moniker.

Merlin and Ana laughed.

The younger dragon’s expression drew grim once more. “I cannot go with you. I have other duties.” He continued at Ferro’s questioning look. “I’ve been tasked with organizing any and all resistance, as well as turning away any unaffiliated dragons before the Order catches them.”

Ferro nodded, absently slipping his arm around Ana’s shoulder as he contemplated what their next move should be.

You’re doing it again,
his inner voice cautioned.
Don’t go planning things without involving Ana!

Right. For now, the pair of them needed information to make the decision on their next move.

“Merlin, do we have any idea on just how many supporters of the Order there are?”

His offspring looked unhappy. “A lot,” he replied.

“Was Luthor their leader?” he asked.

Merlin shook his head. “No, but from what I’ve managed to gather, he was one of the most vocal of the group, and most willing to take action. He’d been helping guide it, but no, he isn’t their leader.” Merlin paused as something in Ferro’s tone sunk in. “Why do you say
was
?”

Ferro bowed his head slightly. “I was forced to end Luthor.”

“What? Why?” Merlin exclaimed.

“He was trying to invade Genesis Valley. He kidnapped Karlie to keep me neutral, and he got a lot of good people killed in the process,” Ferro said angrily.

Karlie was Luthor’s daughter, and thus Ferro’s granddaughter. Only Luthor and Karlie were not at all close. In fact, his son hated her. It had been a mess. He was still waiting to hear if Karlie had been rescued safely. He wished he could have done it himself, but his mission to locate the Dragon Council and to help restore order to the shifter world was much more important just then.

Merlin took a moment to process that information. “I see.”

“Do we know who the leader is?” Ana injected, trying to keep the conversation focused.

“One of us,” Merlin said at last. “It had to be. Their strike was carried out too precisely.” He shook his head angrily. “I just wish I knew who!”

“One of the other Council members is the head of the Order?” Ana asked in disbelief, looking back and forth between them.

“There’s no other explanation,” Merlin said, spreading his hands wide, his shoulders shrugging to show he didn’t know. “We were in a meeting, the entire Council. All of a sudden they came pouring in to the chambers in numbers.”

His eyes went glassy as he looked far away, remembering the events.

“Did any others make it out?” Ferro asked softly. He needed to know the truth, even though he had no desire to hear about the end of any of his children.

“Most of us,” Merlin said softly. “I saw Karthorax go down.” He swore. “His own son.”

“Korbin has been dealt with,” Ferro promised.

Merlin nodded, continuing. “Parlanah never made it out either,” he said softly.

Ferro felt himself crumple. If it weren’t for the support of Ana, standing at his side, he wouldn’t have been able to remain standing.

Luthor. Karthorax, and now Parlanah. His three eldest. All gone.

“My fault,” he whispered.

Ana glared at him. He could feel the heat of her eyes as they hit him like laser beams, but he didn’t care. Not right then.

“It is
not
your fault,” she hissed angrily.

When he still didn’t respond, she tightened her grip on his arm until he thought she was going to break it.

“Ow,” he remarked. “What are you doing?” His face came up to look at her, accusingly.

Ana’s palm rocked against his face, sending him back a step under the unexpected blow.

“What the
fuck
?” he snarled, losing all propriety. His eyes blazed, blood singing through his veins as his anger boiled over.

“What I am doing,” she snapped, getting in his face, “is getting your attention, so that I can tell you that you’re being an idiot.”

He recoiled at her tone of voice, unprepared for such intensity of emotion.

“This is absolutely the farthest thing from your fault,” she told him, using a hard jabbing finger into his sternum to accentuate her point.

“Shut it!” she told him, wagging her finger with a warning as he tried to speak. “I’m not done yet. Everyone involved in this, even the youngest ones, is going to be decades, if not centuries old. They may not age physically the way humans do, but we all age the same mentally. So they are adults. Capable of making their own decisions. You
gave
them that freedom, because it is the right thing to do.”

“But I obviously did not teach them properly,” he said heavily.

Ana relented, her body language relaxing. “Perhaps,” she admitted. “Parenting, even after all these thousands of years, is not exactly a scientific process. Besides,” she added before he could mope some more, “it’s not like most of them were your children. They were raised by others, some even by those you had no influence upon. You can’t blame yourself for that, and you know it.”

His shoulders sagged. “What do we do?” he asked, looking for some guidance.

Ana gave him a look of steel. “You gave them their freedom. They abused it. So we regroup, then we find them and remove their freedom, one way or another.”

Ferro nodded. “Very well. We will take the fight to them.”

Merlin was shaking his head.

“You disagree?”

The smaller shifter hesitated. “Not entirely,” he said, speaking slowly, choosing his words carefully. “Something must be done, I agree. The Council is still scattered and many of us are being hunted, as you’ve witnessed,” he said with a wave at the bodies. “You two represent our best chance at striking back. But,” he admonished, “I can’t support a head-on strike.”

Ferro frowned.

“They’re too strong, Ferro. They have the numbers, and even you would get overwhelmed.”

He wanted to protest, but something in Merlin’s voice said he didn’t fully understand the scope of it.

“How bad was the attack on the Council?” he asked in a soft voice.

Merlin looked away briefly. “Bad,” he whispered.

Beside Ferro, Ana moved in closer to him. He relished her presence there. How had he managed all of these years without her? It was like they fit together perfectly, two pieces of the same jigsaw puzzle, forever searching for their only match. It scared him to realize how much he’d come to rely on her already. But just the same, he was intrigued to discover how his life would change now that she was a part of it. Whatever was to come of them would have to wait though. The Order needed their focus for the moment.

“What kind of numbers did they have?” Ana asked, her arm tightening around his waist as they waited for answers.

“Last count was over three dozen,” Merlin said, his features visibly wilting as he revealed how strong the Order had become. “We think they hit us with everything, all at once.” He shrugged helplessly. “Who knows if they’ve recruited more since then,” he finished.

“Damn,” Ferro said, looking away for a moment. That was a lot of enemies. Even if they hadn’t grown in size, and minus the eight who had perished already, that was still a lot of enemies. Several of whom, by the sounds of it, were extremely powerful. The odds were not good.

“When I took down Korbin yesterday, he said they had their base at the Blood King’s Castle,” he told Merlin. “What do you make of that?”