Well, what else would anyone expect?
How could Kael not be livid?
The distress call from Renee had been brief, clipped, and shaking. An unidentified intruder. A violent screech. All within the confines of that supposedly secure dragon estate.
Bullshit estate.
The golden dragon didn't ask questions, nor did he wait for any other explanation.
He didn't even bother informing anyone at the MBE of where he was going.
Kael Dravaryn simply turned and left, swearing to every god, ancestor, and forgotten entity he could and couldn't name that he would burn the world down if anything had happened to his mate again.
The return trip felt endless despite him teleporting against all odds.
Every second stretched painfully thin as Kael focused solely on the bond, on the constant awareness of Riley's presence. He shut everything else out. None of it mattered for as long as he could still feel him.
Riley would probably lecture him later about trauma and about his response.
