Sarka snarls again, wings spreading. Bellamy staggers back with the force of the wind—and Bastard teleports with a pop. She appears directly between Bellamy and the dragon, fur bristling along her tiny spine. Fierce squeaks answer the dragon’s bellow. Bellamy rushes to grab her, but she teleports another five feet forward, still chirping aggressively. Sarka’s wings settle along her back. Stop yelling at me, tiny freak.
