Winging It

  Winging It

  The Dragon Diaries Two

  DEBORAH COOKE

  For Diana Trohdahl and Debbie Haupt, with many thanks for their continued enthusiasm and support.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Acknowledgements

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  About the Author

  By Deborah Cooke

  Copyright

  Chapter One

  OCTOBER 24, 2024

  The black envelope fell out of my locker when I unlocked the door before lunch.

  I distrusted that envelope on sight.

  Not because it was black. Not because it looked like an invitation. Not because I couldn’t think of anyone who would invite me anywhere.

  Because it was the first weird thing to happen in six months.

  I watched it fall, reluctant to touch it.

  Why would someone shove an envelope into my locker instead of just talking to me? I couldn’t think of one good reason.

  I’m not that scary.

  And if I am, courtesy of my ability to shift into a dragon at will, no one at school knows it. I’m all about managing information these days. I’d been cut slack as a newbie for letting humans see me shift shape – twice – when my Wyvern powers had made their debut in April, but it wouldn’t happen again.

  My dad, leader of the Pyr, had made that perfectly clear.

  The envelope landed right side up, my name printed on the front in sparkly gold ink. Not a case of mistaken identity, then. I glanced up and down the corridor but no one was paying any attention to me, just like usual.

  The envelope looked more like an invitation the longer I studied it. I lifted it with the toe of my boot, still skeptical. It didn’t look thick enough to hold a practical joke.

  Suspicious, me? You bet. And with good reason. In April, we younger dragon shifters had discovered that our old enemy the Mages had concocted an evil plan – to eliminate all shifters, one species at a time. We’d found out because they’d targeted us Pyr, invading the boot camp held for teenage dragons in Minnesota. The apprentice Mage Adrian had turned us against each other with his nasty magic spells, keeping us busy while the superior Mages tricked and trapped the older Pyr. The Mages must have been thinking they could take us dragons down easily, but my friends Liam and Nick and Garrett and I had (ultimately) saved the day.

  With – it must be said – the help of two humans in the know.

  Jared and Isabelle.

  All humans know dragons exist, of course – that’s why there are so many stories about us – and many humans know about the Pyr, dragon shape shifters on a quest to save Earth. The Covenant was designed by my father for our protection, to keep our identities as secret as possible. We have pledged to use the utmost discretion in shifting – to make sure that very few humans know any Pyr in both dragon and human form, yada yada yada.

  The thing was, the Pyr hadn’t known until last spring that there still were other kinds of shifters in the world. Call us isolationist. Kohana – the Thunderbird shifter who’d tried to sell us to the Mages to save his own kind – had told me that there were four varieties of shape shifters left. Wolves, jaguars, dragons, and Thunderbirds. The Mages, he’d told me, had eliminated all the rest and claimed their shapes.

  Like a right of conquest: exterminate a species, snag its second skin.

  I still have no idea whether this is true, or whether he’d left out some important detail(s). He has an unfortunate tendency to manipulate information. I do know that the Mages somehow get a power boost once they’ve exterminated an entire race of shifters, and they also become able to assume their forms.

  Without having been exterminated ourselves – and thus having actual data from the experience – details are fuzzy.

  The adult Pyr had been predictably, well, adult about the whole crisis – after we’d saved them from certain death. My dad had negotiated a treaty with the Mages. They all thought that was that.

  Please. I didn’t buy it. The Pyr were still in the hot seat, so to speak, at least as far as I could see. Just because we’d foiled the Mages once didn’t persuade me that they had abandoned their scheme.

  That they had been completely quiet since April just made me more suspicious. (In contrast, it made my dad sure that he was right, plus persuaded a whole bunch of other Pyr who’d had their doubts that he was right, too.) But lying low was exactly the kind of thing Mages would do to make us believe they were reconciled to keeping the treaty.

  Never mind that Trevor Wilson, the hot guy in my school who played the sax like he was making love to it, was one of them. He was an apprentice Mage, although I didn’t exactly know their education process, much less how close to graduation he was. I’d been watching him so carefully this fall that my best friend, Meagan, was convinced that I had a crush on him.

  That couldn’t be further from the truth.

  It also complicated things because she had a crush on him.

  Not that anything was simple between me and Meagan these days. She has a best friend’s radar for knowing when she isn’t being told the whole truth – and I can’t confide in her, thanks to the restrictions of the Covenant.

  As if that wasn’t enough, I hadn’t heard a thing from the hot motorcycle-riding rebel rocker Jared – yes, the guy who had melted my synapses with one kiss. Last summer I’d finally worked up my nerve to contact him, and he’d sent me only a short reply.

  Two sentences, then silence.

  Even after that kiss.

  I told myself I didn’t care, that my only interest in him was that he had the one copy of the only book about the Pyr that I knew existed. I needed to talk to him for the sake of the Pyr.

  Even I knew that was a lie.

  The thing is, Jared has the ability to read minds, as well as being a spellsinger who had once been recruited by the Mages because of his innate musical abilities. He’d turned down the Mages, and I had to wonder whether he’d read my thoughts, not liked the view, and decided to turn me down, too.

  So, back to the envelope. I was cautiously picking it up just as Meagan appeared beside me. Her timing was perfect.

  Perfectly awful, that is.

  ‘What’s that?’

  ‘I don’t know.’

  She tilted her head to read the front. ‘Then maybe you should open it and find out. It looks like an invitation.’

  Which just reminded me of another issue I wanted to avoid with Meagan. My birthday was coming up in two weeks, my sixteenth, and my dad wanted to invite all of the Pyr. That meant my human friends – specifically, my very best friend, Meagan – couldn’t be invited, in case she saw something she shouldn’t.

  I was really starting to hate the Covenant.

  I hadn’t yet figured out how I’d tell Meagan about the party she wasn’t invited to attend.

  I ripped open the envelope, avoiding the inevitable.

  ‘It is an invitation,’ Meagan said, reading over my shoulder. ‘To Trevor Wilson’s Halloween party!’ She was amazed and impressed. ‘Lucky you. It’s like a dream come true.’

  Uh, no. In fact, there was a shiver of dread running down my spine. Trevor’s party was the last place I’d be on October 31. It’d be thick with Mages of all experience levels. Nuh-uh. The invitation had to be a
trick, or a trap, and I wasn’t going to walk right into it – like the heroine in a scary movie who goes down to the basement by herself to check out the strange noise, despite the creepy organ music.

  I read the invitation again and had a feeling Trevor wasn’t going to take no for an answer without a fight. Funny that I’d been itching all summer for something to happen but now that it was happening, I wanted it to stop.

  Meagan poked me with one finger. ‘You must have known!’

  ‘I didn’t.’

  ‘Oh, come on. You’ve been talking to him, haven’t you? He doesn’t invite just anybody.’

  ‘No, I haven’t talked to him at all. You’re the one who tutors him in math.’

  Meagan opened her own locker with obvious optimism.

  No envelope fell out.

  She rummaged a little, then gave me a look. ‘I thought we were friends. Forever.’ Her voice was quiet and I knew she was hurt.

  And I’d done the hurting. Inadvertently, but still. ‘We are.’

  ‘So, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?’

  ‘There’s nothing going on that you don’t know about.’

  Have I mentioned that I’m the world’s worst liar? Well, I am and Meagan has my number. One of the hazards of having known someone most of your life.

  She leaned in really close and said something completely uncharacteristic. ‘Bullshit.’

  I blinked.

  ‘Something happened on spring break, and you’ve been holding out on me ever since. You never even told me what you said to scare Suzanne so much in the locker room, when she picked on me. That was right before you went to Minnesota. Something’s changed. Don’t think I don’t know it.’

  Something had changed. I had changed. In coming to Meagan’s defense, I’d started to shift shape for the first time. My eye and my nail had been the only things that changed, but Suzanne had seen both and freaked.

  The only good thing was that it was so weird no one believed her.

  Meagan took a deep breath and I saw a shimmer of tears on her lashes. Her next words were tight. ‘If you don’t want to be friends anymore, maybe because you suddenly know all kinds of cool people, then at least have the guts to say so.’

  ‘That’s not true!’

  Her lips tightened. ‘Okay, then. Promise me that you’ve told me everything.’

  Trust the math queen to put me in a logical corner. ‘Well, I haven’t and you know it, but that’s because I can’t, not because I don’t want to.’

  ‘Why can’t you?’

  ‘Because I promised not to tell anyone.’

  ‘Promised who?’

  I fidgeted. There was no way to make this better. ‘I can’t tell you that.’

  ‘Sounds like the same excuse to me.’ She folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the lockers beside mine. ‘You think I didn’t notice that you haven’t mentioned your birthday party?’

  Here it came. ‘My dad wants me to have a family party.’

  ‘For your sixteenth? I don’t believe it. Your dad isn’t a jerk.’

  ‘Well, he’s determined this time.’

  ‘Your mom would never put up with it. If he wanted you to have a family party, she’d let you have another one with your friends.’ Meagan was on a roll and it wasn’t one that made me look good. My mom and I had talked about a friends party. Problem was that most of my friends were also dragon shifters. Except Meagan. Which kind of brought us back to the same place of my dad worrying about what she might see. ‘You know what I think? I think you’re having a party and you’re just not inviting me.’

  She stared at me, daring me to correct her.

  And I couldn’t hold her gaze.

  Because she was right.

  ‘Nice, Zoë,’ she said, her tone more bitter than I’d ever heard it. Meagan is not a bitch – that I’ve made her sound this way said more about me than about her. ‘Really nice. Here’s hoping that your new friends are more worth keeping than your old ones.’ She closed her locker and started to walk away.

  ‘But, Meagan, it’s not like that …’

  She paused to look back at me. ‘You can tell me anytime how it is,’ she said. ‘But I know already that you won’t.’

  I looked down at the stupid invitation, wishing I’d never gotten it. As much as I liked my new Pyr powers, it really sucked to have to keep everything secret from my best friend.

  ‘Have fun at Trevor’s party,’ Meagan added. ‘And don’t worry about me. I’ve got a new friend of my own.’

  She slung her pack over one shoulder and marched down the hall, and I knew I couldn’t change her mind. I watched as she stopped beside the locker of the new girl, the one who had switched to our school earlier that year.

  The one I really didn’t like, although I couldn’t have said why.

  Jessica has dark hair and dark eyes. She’s slim and pretty and quiet. She’s another math whiz, so she and Meagan bonded in the land where calculating derivatives is as easy as pie. (Pi, maybe. As in, recalling the first hundred digits of. So not my territory. Never mind citizenship: I don’t even have a visitor’s visa to that place.) The thing is, I should have liked Jessica; there was no reason why I shouldn’t.

  But she gave me the creeps.

  Big-time.

  I was pretty sure it wasn’t just jealousy. I just had this sense that she was hiding something. As someone who has a pretty hefty secret myself, I think I know something about keeping secrets. It wasn’t because she wore really baggy clothes – like she’d raided her brother’s closet – or even that she kept a baseball hat jammed on her head all the time.

  Maybe my Wyvern sense was tingling. There’s only one female dragon shifter at a time, and she’s the Wyvern. I’m the Wyvern. And the Wyvern is supposed to have mystical powers. The ability to see the future. The power to give prophecies. Lots of seriously cool stuff.

  So far I couldn’t do any of it.

  But Jessica creeped me out.

  And I didn’t know why.

  Maybe it was a Wyvern thing.

  I watched as Jessica smiled at Meagan now and hugged her, then looked over Meagan’s shoulder at me. She held my gaze for a minute, like she was daring me, then looked away. A sly smile stole over her lips.

  That smile sent a shudder right down my spine.

  And gave me the worst feeling I’ve ever had in my life.

  Then it was gone.

  Precognition?

  Jealousy?

  Overactive imagination? You choose. I have no idea.

  Jessica and Meagan walked toward the cafeteria, their heads bent together as they talked. I noticed the new guy at school, Derek Black, leaning against the lockers, watching me. He looked after Jessica and Meagan, then back at me, and shrugged.

  I was embarrassed to have been caught staring at them – like a pathetic loser, not invited to have lunch with two math whizzes. Which I was, but still. I was used to not being noticed by anyone at school. I felt myself blush – no surprise there. A smile tugged at the corner of Derek’s mouth and I turned to my locker, apparently fascinated by its contents.

  I had the sense that the slightest encouragement from me would have brought him right to my side, but I wasn’t in the mood to look for new friends. I had enough issues with my current ones. I kicked my locker shut, jammed the invitation into my backpack, and headed out to the bleachers to eat my lunch.

  Alone.

  I had no idea how to fix things with Meagan, and no one to ask. An older sibling, even one who found me annoying and tedious, could have been helpful. At least he or she would have dealt with the Covenant’s restrictions in the past.

  But I have no brothers or sisters. My mom is human. My dad is a dragon shifter, but he’s hundreds of years old. I doubt he even remembers being a teenager – I doubt he remembers being a frisky young dragon of three centuries. The guys, who are roughly my contemporaries and also dragon shifters – Liam, Garrett, and Nick – always tell me I worry too much about it. r />
  They are not much help.

  I was sitting on the bleachers, debating the merits of asking one of the guys for help anyway, when Derek came out of the school.

  No, that’s not how it was. I was alone one minute, and the next, he was there.

  Just as if he’d been sitting at the other end of the bleachers all along.

  I didn’t hear him coming, not at all. That might not seem like much of a big deal, but I should have heard him. No matter how quiet he was. We dragons have sharp senses, sharper than human senses, but I didn’t hear him come outside. I’m not used to having people sneak up on me – because it never happens.

  Was I losing the Pyr powers that I had?

  Or had I just been really, really lost in my thoughts?

  I thought for a minute that Derek had followed me, but he didn’t glance my way. His back was toward me as he unpacked his lunch. Courtesy of my extra-keen vision, I could check it out. His lunch looked a lot like mine – homemade sandwich, piece of fruit, granola bar. Except he had two sandwiches, and he’d bought a carton of milk.

  I studied him as he ate, pretending not to. He was a bit stocky, solidly built but not fat. Dark hair, and he wore dark clothes. I’d guess that he was an inch or two taller than me, and I’m the tall skinny type. Not sure because I’d never been that close to him. He was the kind of quiet guy people overlooked. He slid in and out of English class like a shadow and never said much. Even when he got called on, his answers were always short and gruff. He could have used a haircut – I’d noticed before that his hair hung over his eyes. It made him look a little wild. Or just scruffy.

  He seemed to spend a lot of time alone, which made me wonder whether we had something in common. The fact that we were the only two outside having lunch on a snowy day just reinforced that sense. In a few hours, the bleachers would be crowded for the big football game against Central, but I liked it better quiet. It was snowing lightly, a bit cold for a picnic, but a little frigid solitude suited my mood.

  Which was bleak, in case you weren’t sure.

  I decided not to send messages to the guys. I wasn’t ready to be told that I was being a dope. They’re good friends, but they’re guys. I would have loved to talk to Meagan.