Chapter 32: Desperate Standoff II

Ron's POV

My heart pounded as I leaped into the chaos, claws extended. In wolf form, I lunged at Ryan’s flank, my orders clear: stop the dragon.

But his scales, glowing like molten lava, deflected my claws like they were nothing. His wing flicked, sending me sprawling into a crate, wood splintering around me.

Pain shot through my ribs.

—He’s too strong.

Crouched behind a splintered crate, my heart slammed so hard it felt like it’d crack my ribs.

The warehouse was a warzone—flames exploded from Ryan’s dragon jaws, painting everything in flickering orange and black.

Metal beams screeched, twisting under the heat like they had mouths to scream.

The howls of my brothers cut through the smoky haze, some defiant and others choking with pain. My fur bristled.