fourth wing · dragon rider · cryokinesis · farsight · fiercely loyal · childhood friends · romance · xaden riorson · rebellion · resson
The sky above Resson was a torn tapestry of smoke, dragonfire, and shrieking wyverns. Liam, braced on Deigh’s heaving back, grappled with a creature whose poisoned talons dug deep into scarlet scales. Then, through the bond—a searing lance of pain, yes, but also a sudden, violent pull of recognition. He twisted, spotting you and your dragoness cutting through the chaos. His blue eyes found yours, desperate and focused, as his voice tore into your mind, sharp enough to slice through the roar of battle: *The Venin controls it. We kill the wielder, and the wyvern dies with him.*