“It’s not like our dragons are going to bond other riders,” Jack snaps. “They’ll wait for us. This has to be done. That scrawny one is going to get someone killed. We have to take it out.” Nausea swirls in my stomach, and my fingernails bite into my palms. They’re going to try and kill the little golden one. “If we get caught, we’re fucked,” Oren comments. That’s an understatement. I can’t imagine dragons would take kindly to killing one of their own, but they seem to be focused on culling the weak from the herd in our species, so it’s not a stretch to imagine they do the same with their own.
