But this gorge was too narrow to shift...
“Run,” he gasped, “run!”
Before them, he could see the rock pull back, the narrow path opening up into another small valley.
If they could make it there...
Then, above, he heard a roar. Autumn cried out again when a large shadow swept past them. When Damon looked up, he saw the red-scaled dragon finishing his turn, his wings lifting as he prepared to dive straight at them again.
Autumn was panting. Her terrified heart was beating in time with his own as Damon counted the seconds it would take the fire dragon to come into range again.
Any second now—any second...
They spilled out of the gorge, nearly tumbling down into the small valley before them. Damon turned his head—and there, so close that Damon could make out the rage gleaming in its black eyes, the fire dragon opened its maw.
Another shower of fire streamed towards them. Autumn clutched at his arm in overwhelmed terror.
And then Damon’s dragon broke free.