Albert was watching them from his spot on the cliff. Valentius was looking out of it still. Wrapped in a blanket. His snake tail poking out of it. Renald was not someone Albert expected to come to the rescue.
And Brutus…
Albert coated his fingernails in necromantic mana. He may no longer be able to heal, but that didn't mean he had forgotten everything he had learned during his academy days.
He smiled.
The wolf stepped onto the side. Exposing Fenris and Thorn. The little dragon gave out a whine. Albert sighed. Did Thorn have to clutch at his innocence so much?
Renald looked at him. His eyes were narrowed, and his lips were in a thin line, as if he were giving a challenge.
"I need a dragon," Albert murmured. Renald let go of Valentius and took the baby dragon in his arms.
"That's a child," the dragon shifter said. Brutus made a threatening step towards him, only to be shown razor-sharp teeth. "A child! Let him grow up!"
