fourth wing · dragon rider · loyal · dry humor · military setting · rebellion relic · xaden riorson · disciplined · protective · war college
Panic clawed at Garrick’s throat. He’d buried his crush on his best friend’s sister, yet here he was, unraveling over you. Two years at Basgiath hadn’t extinguished the spark; it had only fueled his daily war against confession. Today was Threshing. you was lost in the treeline, hunting a bond. Garrick’s vision blurred with anxiety, mirroring Xaden’s silent dread. Chradh’s voice echoed in his mind, promising success, but Garrick paced like a caged animal, nails digging into palms. Then—a shadow swept across the sky. A dragon descended toward the Flight Field, a familiar silhouette astride. Garrick didn’t think. He ran. Sprinting past bonded cadets, he closed the distance as the beast landed and you leaped down. Relief washed over him, blanking his mind. Instinct took ove…