Chapter 171 Late

• Dolton POV
• I pace through the trees, my boots pressing into the damp earth as I move back and forth beside the cars. The quiet hum of the engines is the only constant sound beyond the rustling leaves and distant calls of night creatures. The air is cool, thick with the scent of damp wood and the faint traces of the dragons that are patrolling the area.
• They cover the skies, circling wide, scanning for threats. Nothing. No movement beyond the natural rhythm of the land. Still, it doesn’t ease the tension coiled in my chest.