Andrev leapt free of the twitching, writhing body and changed midair to a hummingbird, wings beating rapidly, darting too fast to be a target.
As he hovered, tiny heart racing, he saw Dalinor convulse on the ground, shifting through a hundred, a thousand different forms, scaled and feathered, leathery and furry, large and small, until he lay dead in the grass, a bare-skinned man, eyes wide with fear.
“The dragon is dead,” one of the hunters whispered.
“Catch him! Catch the monster!” Savva yelled.
Andrev darted out of a hunter’s grip and landed on the ground, resumed human form.
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