"The strong and mighty Valerion on his knees is surely a rare sight. I will leave your fragile human mate alone if you beg." The dragon that held the knife dangerously close to Eamon's throat drawled and Valerion glared at him, memorizing the face of the first person he intended to hunt down and destroy if he survived the night.
"I am going to kill you." Valerion threatened instead and the dragon smiled maliciously, disregarding the threat.
"Probably in your next life because once we're done with your precious little mate, we are going to kill you as well." He threatened as he pressed the knife closer to Eamon's neck, making a small cut along his throat and Valerion lost it once he saw Eamon's blood.
Somehow, he got the strength to break free from the dragons that held him and in a blink, he had his hands around the neck of the dragon that had hurt his mate.
"One step closer and I am going to snap his neck." Valerion hissed as his eyes closely watched the other four dragons.
