Brendon's POV

I sighed aggitatedly, wondering how long it was going to take to get to the Thunder-Hill, considering the fact that it wouldn't take this long.

"We should have showed up to Thunder-Hill by now." I said, voicing my concern to the others.

I watched Tyler flash red eyes. "You think their taking us somewhere else?" He asked, frowning.

"I know it. Thomas doesn't want any of us to escape easily. He's got two of his best hunters in a van for treason of helping dragons. We know all the ins and outs of Thunder-Hill, and he doesn't like that. Which is why he's sending us to one of his many secret buildings." I said, crossing my arms, leaning back against the metal van.

"What are those buildings used for?" Elrik asked, confused.

"Why else? To keep dragons from showing their face to the world." Hayley snapped, glaring at Elrik.

Elrik flinched, curling into himself slightly, making me sigh. "Go easy on him Hayley, he's just a kid." I said, glancing at her.

"Sorry...I'm just a little on edge, not knowing what's going to happen." Hayley said, shrugging, and looked at me.

"We all are." Josh spoke up, wearing a sad smile. "Not all of us has been in this situation like Patrick. Pete, Joe, and Andy. They probably have a better understanding than we do." He said, and I heard a hiss coming from Patrick.

I glanced at him, seeing his face was scrunched up in anger, and as I watched, it slowly dissipated from anger to confusion.

"What kind of dream is he having?" Gerard asked, confused, making me shrug.

"Who knows." I said, looking at the others with a sigh.

It was another half hour later when the van had stopped, and the back doors were yanked open, two hunters grabbing Patrick first, who was still unconsious, before the other hunters pointed their weapons at us, ordering us to get out of the van. They shoved us towards the other van, where I seen Andy carrying Stella, still unconscious, as Kyla stayed as close to him as possible, her eyes silver; most likely out of fear, the others looking like they weren't in a good mood. I didn't blame them.

I looked over everyone, seeing that no one else was harmed, and noticed Ersor, in Rae's arms, was asleep still. 'Thomas, you messed with the wrong Dragon Pack.' I thought, feeling a little sorry for him. Speaking of the Devil himself, he walked over with a couple hunters tailing him, keeping their weapons held to their chests, fingers on the trigger, most likely either as a precaution or a scare tactic for the dragons.

"I hope your ride here was eventful." Thomas said in a falsely mannered tone, expecing them to answer him.

"I'm sure if you added more chains to the equation, it would be even more eventful." Pete said in a fake cheery voice, his whole sentence dripping with sarcasm, making some of us smirk, and Hayley and Halsey snort.

Thomas, surprisingly, smirked as well. "I'm sure that could be arranged for where your going to spend most of your time." He said, turning towards the building and walked towards it, a silent order hung in the air, as we were all shoved by the hunters towards the building, making a couple of the others snarl in hate at being shoved. I glanced at the two hunters carrying Patrick, noticing they took SOME care in making sure he didn't hit anything.

It wasn't till were were actually inside when all hell broke loose.

We were all shoved into to seperate cells, just as we were in the vans. I watched silently as Joe, Andy, Kyla, Pete, and Rae stood, but let Stella and Ersor use the only bed in there. I smiled lightly, before it dissappeared into a glare towards Thomas.

"awe, look, it warms my heart to see this touching moment." He said in a fake soothing way, making nearly every dragon in that cell and mine growl in hate.

"What do YOU know about anything that warms your cold heart?" Kyla asked with a low growl.

"He doesn't." A voice cuts in, and appeared a man in his early fifty's, with a dark purple buzz cut, about six feet and five inches, slightly buff, brown eyes, wearing dark jeans, a black t-shirt, with looked like it was going to rip, and black running shoes.

The dragons in nearly every cell in here seemed to gasp in shock, murmuring quietly to themselves. I could hear something along the lines of, 'He's here?' 'What the King doing with the hunter?', which made me realize one thing. The man infront of us was king Robert O'Brian, who took over Queen Ayla's throne once Stella was assumed dead among the dragons. I guess the others caught on too, because they were all glaring at him.

"I should've realized there was something off about you eagerly taking the throne." Andy said calmly, but the way he was staring at Robert was a completely different story.

"I made a deal with Thomas, which is why I'm here." Robert said turning towards Thomas, who was staring at him sternly. "I want my neice." He stated, glaring at him.

"Do you have my Daughter?" Thomas asked, raising a brow.

"She's up in your office. Now let me have my niece, and I'll be on my way." Robert growled lowly, and I heard a low one come from behind me as well.

Looking over my shoulder, I watched as Patrick was glaring at me-no... Past me, to where Robert was. Robert must have heard it too, because he was chuckling lowly, and looked towards the cell we were in.

"Patricia Stump's youngest son. I should've known you'd be the one to mate with my niece." Robert stated, which sounded like he wasn't happy.

"Well, you know, after being best friends with the deceased former Queen's daughter for nearly six years of our childhood, then never seeing each for almost twenty six years, kinda does that to some people." Patrick snarled, glaring intentedly at Robert, eyes flashing from yellow to his blue/green repeatedly.

"I never intended for Ayla to be killed, but her mate got in the way, and it made her angry, so she was killed as well." Robert said with a smirk.

Patrick growled, coming up beside me, keeping his hands on the steel bars infront of us, just glaring at Robert.