into the opposite direction. Lester’s heart stuttered when he saw Tristan and Brody, two dragon shifters, coming from that way. Like the sorcerers, they were built, but that was where the similarities ended. Tristan had short blond hair and wore jeans and a long jacket to hide his weapons. Brody wore a similar coat, but he had dark hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to stare straight into your soul. All in all they didn’t look much friendlier than the sorcerers, but Lester still found himself running in their direction.
Just as he and Mick reached the other two, the sorcerers let loose with a hail of gunfire right in the middle of the ER. Lester dove for cover behind a crash cart, at the same time yelling, “What. The. Fuck? This is a hospital, you idiots!”
That comment only earned him more gunfire. Patients and staff members began to scream as they scrambled for cover or just cowered right where they were.
“I think they know where they are. They just don’t care,” Mick said in a loud stage whisper.
He had taken cover behind a garbage can a couple of feet from Lester. Tristan let out a low hissing sound and nodded to a set of double sliding doors a couple of feet from them. Mick gave a nod before turning to Lester.
“We need to make a run for it before any humans get hurt or the police show up. When I tell you to, run for the door. We’re going to shift as soon as we get out here. Since we can’t risk being seen, we need to take off right away. So I need you to be ready to jump on my back and do it quick. Got it?”
Lester nodded. “I understand.”
He was willing to do anything if it meant getting the gunfire away from the patients and the ER. Sure the staff would wonder what happened to him, but so be it. It didn’t look like he’d be going back to his human life anytime soon anyhow.
Tristan mouthed, “ Now.”
They all made a mad dash to the double set of doors. When it looked like the three dragons were prepared to just smash their way through the thing, Lester quickly pushed the button to open them.
They all paused a moment to give him a look of shock. He wiggled his fingers. “No magic. I just know how to use electronics.”
They raced outside and the three others quickly shifted—Tristan into a green dragon, while Brody was black. Mick was the most beautiful, though. His scales were blue, and that meant they were every shade of blue. The hues were darker at his head and gradually grew lighter down near to the tip of his tail.
Lester could have spent all day staring at Mick, but he remembered his orders and quickly scampered onto Mick’s back. It was a good thing that even in dragon form Mick was a bit on the smaller side. Had Lester been trying to mount Brody, he would have needed a step stool. The guy was massive.
The trio flapped their wings and took off. Not a moment too soon, either. The sorcerers came out and started to shoot at the sky. Lester knew they wished they could use their magic, but that was one thing their council forbade them to ever do in public. Not that all sorcerers obeyed that rule, but so far this group seemed to be acting like good boys.
A fireball came their way, just narrowing missing Mick. Oops, looked like Lester had jumped to conclusions too soon. These guys didn’t mind using magic in public after all.
Another fireball came their way, but Mick easily dodged it. After that, they were too far out of firing zone for the sorcerers to reach them by gun or magic. Lester let out a little whoop of excitement. It almost reminded him of old times. Even though he and Mick were twenty-eight, they were both considered young in the dragon world. So Lester still got a perverse kick out of close calls like the one they’d just been through.
Tristan huffed, letting out a puff of smoke, before he banked to the left. The others followed. Lester tightened his grip on Mick. It wasn’t the first time he’d ridden his friend. In fact, it was something they used to do
Just as he and Mick reached the other two, the sorcerers let loose with a hail of gunfire right in the middle of the ER. Lester dove for cover behind a crash cart, at the same time yelling, “What. The. Fuck? This is a hospital, you idiots!”
That comment only earned him more gunfire. Patients and staff members began to scream as they scrambled for cover or just cowered right where they were.
“I think they know where they are. They just don’t care,” Mick said in a loud stage whisper.
He had taken cover behind a garbage can a couple of feet from Lester. Tristan let out a low hissing sound and nodded to a set of double sliding doors a couple of feet from them. Mick gave a nod before turning to Lester.
“We need to make a run for it before any humans get hurt or the police show up. When I tell you to, run for the door. We’re going to shift as soon as we get out here. Since we can’t risk being seen, we need to take off right away. So I need you to be ready to jump on my back and do it quick. Got it?”
Lester nodded. “I understand.”
He was willing to do anything if it meant getting the gunfire away from the patients and the ER. Sure the staff would wonder what happened to him, but so be it. It didn’t look like he’d be going back to his human life anytime soon anyhow.
Tristan mouthed, “ Now.”
They all made a mad dash to the double set of doors. When it looked like the three dragons were prepared to just smash their way through the thing, Lester quickly pushed the button to open them.
They all paused a moment to give him a look of shock. He wiggled his fingers. “No magic. I just know how to use electronics.”
They raced outside and the three others quickly shifted—Tristan into a green dragon, while Brody was black. Mick was the most beautiful, though. His scales were blue, and that meant they were every shade of blue. The hues were darker at his head and gradually grew lighter down near to the tip of his tail.
Lester could have spent all day staring at Mick, but he remembered his orders and quickly scampered onto Mick’s back. It was a good thing that even in dragon form Mick was a bit on the smaller side. Had Lester been trying to mount Brody, he would have needed a step stool. The guy was massive.
The trio flapped their wings and took off. Not a moment too soon, either. The sorcerers came out and started to shoot at the sky. Lester knew they wished they could use their magic, but that was one thing their council forbade them to ever do in public. Not that all sorcerers obeyed that rule, but so far this group seemed to be acting like good boys.
A fireball came their way, just narrowing missing Mick. Oops, looked like Lester had jumped to conclusions too soon. These guys didn’t mind using magic in public after all.
Another fireball came their way, but Mick easily dodged it. After that, they were too far out of firing zone for the sorcerers to reach them by gun or magic. Lester let out a little whoop of excitement. It almost reminded him of old times. Even though he and Mick were twenty-eight, they were both considered young in the dragon world. So Lester still got a perverse kick out of close calls like the one they’d just been through.
Tristan huffed, letting out a puff of smoke, before he banked to the left. The others followed. Lester tightened his grip on Mick. It wasn’t the first time he’d ridden his friend. In fact, it was something they used to do
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