Hell Hounds

Chapter 47: The Dragon's are Here

Ian saw enough of the first dragon shifter’s appearance he understood they were old and formal. First,

they wore a modern take on medieval clothing. They looked like they were part of a Viking

documentary. Tunics, pants, and boots. The women wore simple dresses that ended just past the knee.

In place of winter jackets, they wore a heavy type of cloak. Ian realized the packages they carried were

the cloaks wrapped around their clothing. He left the scene. Ian wondered how many generations of

dragons flew that same way?

Walking through the woods in the dark. It was his job to make sure that none lagged or

became lost. Behind him there were vehicles, trucks, SUVs, trailers, and several campers. Ian

overheard a child ahead of him asked his mother if they’d stay here for a while or would they be moving

again. They didn’t have a stable home. This wasn’t the first event they needed to run from. It broke his

heart.

Once they handed off the community of bear shifters, Ian’s team returned to their patrol. This

time Mario stayed in human form. Ian whispered to them as they walked the tiny path through the trees.

“Is it that bad for the Bears? I heard a kid ask if they’d need to move again.”

“We were lucky after the Lich. Wolves live in packs like this estate. Bears, though, live in

family units like humans, but not in close-knit communities. The Lich used that isolation to prey on them

for victims. No time to mourn any deaths. The Bears decided to start a community like ours. The time to

build buildings, security, and services wasn’t there. Our Alpha has tried to help them. Lend them

equipment and supplies. He offered services until they set their own up. He helped them connect them

with vendors. Even offered our construction services. Time, however, wasn’t on our side. Winter and

then this happened. We can’t leave them exposed. It’s wrong, and a breach of the secrecy of our

existence. In my opinion. It’s an enormous mess. This started three months ago. We’ve been working

to fix it, and stop one disaster after another.”

“Yet, every human around is ignorant of the chaos your lives are. Your struggle to survive,

and not force this on the human population.”

“If history tells me one thing. We’re forced to rely on humans the first time. But humans are

the ones that changed. It’s our place to protect others this time. We aren’t the slaves this time.”

“Last time?”

“We’re taught that the Fae created us as slaves and foot soldiers for their private armies. We

were beasts to be slaughtered for their whims and entertainment. Humans banished the Fae after a

great battle that lasted ages. In doing so they broke our bond with the Fae, freeing us. Our ancestors

pledged to protect those in need of protection from things beyond their control. In other words, the

supernatural.”

“The Lich, and now the Fae.”

“Our rogue elements. Other mythological creatures wake from sometimes. Magical mishaps.

The list goes on. Our reach and power aren’t just to keep our secret. It enables us to do what we must

do. Humans wouldn’t react well to some of our rulings. Our punishments can be severe, but it matches

the need for peace, and safety.”

“The ‘yeah but.’ When they use the saying, ‘two wrongs don’t make a right.’”

“How do you imprison something that can’t be imprisoned? How do you kill the unkillable?

You kill the ones that can’t be imprisoned, you imprison the unkillable and pray it never gets out.”

“The Lich?”

“Drain the magic from the thing he keeps his soul shard in. Then execute him. Otherwise, he

lives forever. It’s a when he gets out, not an if. It all starts again. That’s why the mages were involved.

It’s not just their research skills and portals. They have some scary talents.”

“So you’re saying if I see a bunny. Run.”

“Don’t joke. The fae race called Pooka favour turning into bunnies. Those are not friendly

creatures once they have you trapped.”

“I was joking, but I’ll take that as a fair warning.” Ian realized with that information, he was out

gunned, outnumbered, and uneducated. He’s so far out of his element that he was endangering himself

and others. The overwhelming urge to run and hide plagued him for the rest of his shift. Nothing else

happened except the sun came up on the gray world. Thankfully, no tinges of blood in sight.

His team returned to the packhouse to find the area in chaos. A dragon shifter in Gregory’s

office demanding to know the why of something. He seemed panicked and angry. Ian stopped a shifter

as she passed, “You know what’s going on?” It was one of Edith’s assistants, he couldn’t remember her

name.

“Yeah, Fae spotted in the Dream Realm and the Dragons are taking exception to the fact

they didn’t receive an invite to participate. The Alpha is trying to explain to him he didn’t plan this. They

stumbled upon one of the low-ranking ones.”

Someone else stopped beside them. “They found a monster called a Barghest. Think giant

dog with nasty temper. Their teeth and claws rival that temper. Those found it are tracking it. Hopefully,

they’ll find them and not get killed in the process.”

“Who’s they? Which group found it?”

“Not sure, actually. Sorry. We’re all worried.”

“So it was bad timing. Their arrival after this finding?”

“Yeah, I don’t know about you. But if I was in the Dream Realm, a Dragon could cover my

back. I’d be all over that.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to keep them in the background. Pretend the human belief ‘dragons

have gone extinct or never existed’ is real and let the Fae hear it. Then, use a combined force with

dragons in the mix to attack? It’s just the thought of a dumb human here. I don’t know if you could fool

the Fae like that.”

“It would be the perfect, if my darling mate didn’t have a thirst for revenge like he does.” A

raven-haired woman stood on the stairs looking down at the crowded entrance lobby. Food and people

crowded the entrance way. The lobby now boasted a take-out counter of sorts. People from the kitchen

could pass out food and keep drinks stocked there. The kitchen was blocked off from the rest of the Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

house this way. Ian figured it made sense with all the extra people to keep the number people crowding

it. The dining room was now a large briefing area. Ian discovered a set of doors open now, led to a

ballroom that became a communications centre. Though he wasn’t sure why the doors leading from the

ballroom were blocked off. That was odd.

“Sherri Blackstone, Representative of the Dragon Faction. Ian Benett, Yolanda Redgrave’s

mate. Ian’s been helping with patrols within this realm, and one of the members who found the

evidence of this latest fiasco.”

“Well, thank you. I’m glad it was found so quickly. We now have a chance to prevail. You are

newly mated? I am asking due to your tone earlier.”

“Sorry, I’m still adjusting and am sadly lacking in knowledge of the facts. We mated a day

ago.”

“Congratulations are in order then. Time is a luxury we don’t have sadly. You must act with

little to no preparation. Ah, he’s quiet. Gregory must have put him in his place. I’m sorry I need to go

and keep him there before it becomes a political incident. Shelley, dear, please inform Edith I will be in

to see her once I’ve wrangled my mate. She’ll understand.”

“Of course, Ambassador. I’ll do that right now.”

“Ian, get some food and come on. We have chaos to deal with. It seems our shift isn’t over.

Come on.” Mario called down the stairs over the noise in the lobby. It reverberated off the high ceiling.

“On it. Thanks for the information. See you later.”

“Yeah, take it easy, and don’t do anything stupid.” Shelley disappeared down the corridor

towards the Sunroom. He still thought that was the strangest office he’d ever seen. It would make

sense if she were a florist.

Packages of food were stacked on the table with stickers saying what was inside of them and

a polite remind to return the packages for reuse.

That’s when Ian realized he’d not seen a single disposable item since he got here. Bottles, cups, and

even the napkins were reusable. Yeah, so what came first werewolf ways or hippie lifestyle? He

grabbed a box and a cup of coffee. Caffeine was going to be his friend it seemed. This would be a long

night. At least they’d got coffee. He’d survive if he had that.

With his food in his hands, Ian headed up the main stairs and followed his teammate towards the

conference room they’d started the day in. The waiting over the day for things to happen. Then the long

trek through the snows. It’s catching up on him, but if he had to prove himself. Then he would stifle it,

and not say anything.