“Protection.” I froze. So did Lorian. “Did you hear that?’ “Yes,” he said. “The creature wants protection.” The Drakoryx let out a yowling sound that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I choked out a laugh. “I don’t think that’s it. I think it’s offering us protection.” “Not us,” Lorian said. “You.” The lightning in his eyes disappeared, and he nodded at the Drakoryx. “Welcome to the group.
