Xander’s power hits me like a heatwave from a forest fire; a wall of blazing energy that makes me falter in mid-air. A huge shadow passes over me like a missile, and panicking, I dive into the trees. I fly at trunk-level through the forest, zipping through the trunks, my mind scrambling to figure how the hell I’m going to escape a real live dragon. Xander must really be furious if he lost control and shifted. The Council of Beasts places strict rules on when and how dragons fly. Well, either that, or he simply doesn’t care about rules. Something about Xander tells me it’s the latter.
