Chapter 38: Up Shit Creek

Dirk:

“Dude, we can’t stand around and not do nothing!” Mikkel huffed annoyed as he paced wildly along the glass wall of French doors, overlooking the picturesque mountain skies of White River National Forest.

“Mikkel, we of all people, your fucking brothers the “Trouble Three”, know how you are feeling. This is worse than last time, because Jun lost her connection to Onyx and we have no “FUCKING IDEA!” what those bastards are doing to her.” Birgir shook with a dangerous rage as he spoke with emotion, which was not his normal “cold cucumber” and even Davyn to a point.

“Guys!” I can hear you all the way on the other side of the house.” Davyn spoke brashly as he slipped into the office with four mugs of steaming coffee.

Quickly taking mine with a hiss as it burned the shit out of my finger, before slipping my fingers into the handle with a victory blow of the steaming liquid. Davyn leaned on the back of the dark gray sofa, crossing his legs as he flashed me a smirk.

“Davyn, you agree? Don’t you?” Mikkel exhaled a steamy puff of smoke as his eyes flashed that bright emerald hue that seemed to have happened, after the unexpected display of “Dragon Courting” in the flesh.

Davyn released a defeated sigh as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with a scrunched expression of annoyance. Staring at the steam loft gently from the black matte mug, feeling the swarming flood of my dragons emotions.

“Yes but listen to me.” Davyn huffed in defeat as Mikkel threw his hands in the air with a loud smack against his muscular thighs.

“Birgir has a point. We handled last time better because we had Jun’s Fox connection to her Dragon. Onyx probably has already experienced the disruption in her connection now that her bond is established.” Davyn patted my shoulder with a sly smirk, pointing to me with a heavy swirling of emotion in our link.

“If you stop and think about it… we still have the connection in a way with the pregnancy of Jun. Six healthy pups, or in our case, hatchlings and everything is fine.” Davyn smiled brightly as he looked at his brothers with a bright twinkle in his green orbs.

“He’s correct. Jun’s pregnancy is her connection to Onyx, and as long as the pups are healthy, so is Onyx and her hatchlings.” I exhaled slowly, sipping the rich brew of caffeine with a soft sweet tinge of creamer.

Mikkel stood silently as he scanned the vast tree covered landscape, rolling into the majestic snow caped mountains.

The “trio” decided to pack-up the girls and move out here from the city, feeling it was safer and their dragons were yearning for solace. Jun wanted to stay close to the girls, so we moved into the guest suite on the opposite side of the house, which was more like a mansion.

“Byron and Lea, both said they would notify us immediately if the spiritual barrier shifted.” I pointed out the last conversation between them as we packed-up the girls and left.

“Great! Up Shit Creek with no Fucking Paddles.” Mikkel snarled darkly as he took a deep swig of his coffee.

Knocking drew our attention as Drogo and Draven entered with concerned gazes.

“Pap, Dad. What brings you here?” Birgir greeted them calmly as his eyes raged in a tsunami of emotions.

“What else, our grand babies and you “three”.” Drogo laughed softly as they hugged each boy with a quick reassuring whisper in their ear.

“How’s Nana?” Davyn smiled at Draven with a shit eating grin.

Draven cleared his throat with a slight, flustered tone as his eyes glimmered darkly at the mentioning of his added mate.

“Actually, that’s another reason why we came.” Draven took a sip of his coffee as we sat down on the outdoor sofas, listening to the various sounds of the wilderness on the deck attached to the back of the house.

“No sexual details, please!” Davyn scoffed lightly as Draven flashed him a toothy grin and low jowl rumble.

“Oh, coming from the “Trouble Three” and the endless rounds of sexual bliss.” Drogo perked a questioning brow as the trio smirked in delight at the mentioning of their hot foursome bliss.

“Back to the point. Nana was my brother’s mate but their bond broke, when she defied his bond escaping with Queen Aadya, Prince Bjorn and his wife Nakhti, Nailana’s younger sister.” Draven exhaled slowly as we all looked at each other with mouth’s flopping open in silence.

“The portal became unstable as they passed through, sending Nana to the islands, wounded badly and weak from her broken bond and the Royals ended somewhere else.” Draven paused as tears slipped from his eyes, understanding the connection he holds with Nana.

“The Blackfang and Silverfang families were prominent bloodlines destined to be protectors to the Royal bloodline, Dragonfang. Kano was one of the five top warriors, along with me and Zek Silverfang.” The trio growled lowly at the mentioning of Kano and Zek as Drogo sat forward, patting their thighs in reassurance.

“So, what changed?” I asked firmly but curious to what really caused Kano and Zek to defect against the Royals.

You know that creepy, tingling sensation you get when something tickles your skin, causing heavy goosebumps?

This was that same feeling as all five sets of dragon eyes, burned holes through my body with sickening, heavy swirling serpent orbs.

“Just like any “War” in history. Power, greed, the desire to wipe out the weak to bring forth only the purest bloodline designed by the creator.” Drogo snarled lowly as his hands shook violently with his mug in hand, splashing coffee onto the weather sealed decking.

“My father, your grandfather forced my mother to stay but failed to keep her from handing me over to Lana and Draven as they tried to escape when the portal reappeared.” Drogo growled as tears dropped from his chin as Draven pulled him into a tight hug, whispering in his ear as their goliath palms patted each other’s backs.

Looking away as the heavy knot formed in my throat, remembering the night Kano and Zek came to teach us a lesson. The night my father disclosed about Jun’s true identity before they ripped him apart, limb by limb, roasting his body over an open-pit fire.

The smell of charred flesh and the loud smacking of flesh on flesh as Kano and Zek feasted on him with their hoard of fucked-up followers.

“DIRK!” The trio shouted as they looked at me with tormented gazes with the beautiful blue sky casting a majestic hue over their frightened expressions.

“They ate him?” Birgir spoke lowly as Davyn and Mikkel helped me up from the sofa, patting my back in a brotherly hug.

The bond between us, swirling heavily as Draven and Drogo watched silently from their seats. Pulling back with a firm nod as I took a few moments to regain my composure, feeling the cool mountain breeze whip around my exposed skin that felt like it had been set ablaze.

“I think Kano is planning something. Dr. Amy was always experimenting on the corpses of dragons that died from the mining camps.” I managed to speak with a rasp as the knot refused to clear from my throat.

“Mining camps?” Draven asked with a weird hitch to his tone.

Nodding my head to his question as my eyes scanned the white water rapids that powered the generators for the mansion, making it self-sufficient on its own power supply.

Breathing in the fresh, misty spray that drifted gently with the breeze as the roaring water, crashed angrily against the rocks, calming my inner rage that boiled slowly.

“Shortly after the portals closed, Kano and Zek rounded up the remaining dragons that were captured or stayed in fear, forcing them to mine the dragon ore, along the southern edge of the mountains, west of Blackfang manor.” I replied darkly as my claws dug into the wooden rod-iron railing.

“What about the castle?” Draven asked with a perked brow as they all looked at him oddly.

“Gone. A giant mountain of rubble. Why?” I asked curious, turning around to face him with a questioning expression.

“If the castle was destroyed completely, then he has Onyx at our old family home.” Draven hissed darkly as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with a twitching brow.

“What makes a difference. The fucking portals are closed.” Birgir slammed his fist into his thigh with a heavy growling huff.

“I might be old, but I haven’t lost my mind. When those portals open, and they will according to Nana and her calculation of Onyx’s transformation, we will know exactly how to find Onyx.” Draven sat back with his fingers laced darkly along his broad chest and a sinister smirk laced across his face.

“I owe my brother a nice “Housewarming Gift” with his heart in my hand.” His voice became scarily dark as his eyes flashed a dark hue of green.

“Dirk was there any other servants, working in the manor when you and Jun took care of Onyx?” Mikkel looked at me with that dark, twitching smirk of his.

And they wonder why they’re called the “Trouble Three”.