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  Books by S.D. Grimm

  Children of the Blood Moon

  Book 1: Scarlet Moon

  Book 2: Amber Eyes

  Book 3: Black Blood

  Summoner

  Phoenix Fire

  A Dragon by Any Other Name

  A Dragon by Any Other Name

  Copyright © 2021 by S.D. Grimm

  EPUB Edition

  Published by Fayette Press

  Bastrop, Texas, USA.

  www.fayettepress.com

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, digitally stored, or transmitted in any form without written permission from Fayette Press.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual people, organizations, and/or events is purely coincidental.

  ISBN: 978-1-953419-48-4 (printed hardback)

  ISBN: 978-1-953419-47-7 (printed softcover)

  ISBN: 978-1-953419-51-4 (ebook)

  Cover design by Jamie Foley

  Editing by Lindsay A. Franklin, Avily Jerome, & Catherine Jones Payne

  Typesetting by Jamie Foley

  Printed in the United States of America.

  To my foxy sister-in-love

  and her husband, my “little” bro,

  for your amazing encouragement

  Table of Contents

  Cover

  Half-Title

  Books by S.D. Grimm

  Title Page

  Copyright 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

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Author Biography

  Acknowledgments

  One

  Hunting dragons isn’t the easiest job, but it is the most fun.

  Isabel’s words, not mine.

  But I repeated the mantra to myself as I stood, heart pounding, with my back against the still-warm, charred brick of what used to be the storefront of Zane’s Country Market. All that was left of the smoldering sign read “ne’s try Mar.”

  Not the easiest. But the most fun.

  My pulse thrummed, betraying my doubts. This dragon horde of five was proving difficult to take out, even for our quintet of hunters. My sweaty fingers tightened around the hilt of my boomerang dragon-claw knife. It felt different in my palm than my old blade, but if it was as state-of-the-art as Guardian Tech claimed, I could deal.

  Sure. Fun. The only thing that could make this situation fun was a hot spike of adrenaline.

  I peered around the edge of the building and looked both ways down the deserted main street. Flaming remnants of buildings littered the cracked road. No one in sight. But my rescue tech told me there were still human heat signatures—that meant people were trapped here.

  The dragons had to know too. That’s why they hadn’t left.

  My gaze fell on a tattered stuffed cat, dropped outside one of the storefronts that used to have a housing unit above it. Something clutched in my chest. Where was this family now? Had they made it out? Maybe boarded one of our rescue trucks? Were they among the lucky ones?

  I pushed the thoughts away to keep my focus here, in the present. This was the third local town to suffer a dragon attack this week. Blood blazed hotter through my veins. These terrorizing lizards may have evaded other hunters, but not today. My brother and I and our team would see to that.

  Today these monsters were going down.

  Despite repeating Isabel’s old mantra, I couldn’t help but feel like the prey in this situation. We’d only taken out two dragons and had already sent two injured hunters back to base on rescue trucks.

  I rounded the corner of the building, one dragon-claw dagger in each hand. There might have been movement down here, and I had to check it out before one of the beasts did. My tech pinged heat signatures behind this market. I picked my way over the debris, trying not to attract any unwanted attention.

  Because that would definitely not be fun.

  “Keira? You copy?” Dane’s voice sounded a little scratchy through my earpiece. Spotty connection. “Where are you?”

  “Possible civilians on the east side of the wreckage,” I whispered back to my brother as I stepped carefully over a blackened head of lettuce and shards of glass from a busted-out window. “Send a rescue truck.”

  “On it.”

  “How many hunters are still in commission?”

  Dane paused. “Just you and me.”

  I gasped, my stomach flipping. “Did—”

  “She’s alive. I got her out in time.”

  The tension in my heart eased, but it still wasn’t good news. I clung tightly to hope and determination. “We got this.”

  “As always.” Dane’s tone betrayed his cocky smirk. I couldn’t stop my growing grin—or my growing worry. I couldn’t let anything happen to him.

  A small whimper. I slowed my steps.

  “I’m headed that way. I just took one out.” Dane’s whisper was coming through clearer now.

  “Which one? Did you get a make on the others?”

  “Grease-fire dragon. The two left are a desert dragon—”

  “All the way out here?” I mentally catalogued the situation. Desert dragons: small, fast, with fire that could call up a windstorm. Their poison was peaches—of all things. And I had freeze-dried peaches in powder form on my utility belt. I dipped one dagger into the compartment.

  “And a forest dragon,” Dane said.

  At that, my blood froze. Then a slow burn began simmering in my veins. I hated nothing—nothing—more than forest dragons. And I had zero forest-dragon poison in my belt. Isabel hadn’t been able to figure out what their poison was before she was killed—murdered by a forest dragon. I had two missions now: rescue these people and kill that beast.

  New fuel filled my bones. Adrenaline.

  Yeah. Now we were talking fun.

  “Keira, you still there?” Dane rasped. “Desert dragon locked on to the marketplace section. Please tell me that’s not where you are.”

  Oh great. A shiver raced through me, cold then hot. “Wish I could.”

  Dane swore. “Okay. I’m coming in. Do you have eyes on survivors? Rescue vehicle is en route.”

  I sheathed a dagger and pushed aside a door that half-hung on its one remaining hinge. Three soot-stained faces stared back at me with wide eyes. A mom and her two kids: a little boy with a bruise on his cheek and a younger girl with pigtails coming undone. Tear streaks tracked through the dust on the girl’s face. My heart cracked. They couldn’t have been older than six and nine.

  I crouched in front of them, banishi
ng all the worry from my expression and offering a smile.

  “It’s okay,” I whispered. “I’m going to get you out of here. Understand? There’s a rescue truck on its way.”

  They all nodded. I stood and made eye contact with the mother, who grabbed my hand and murmured, “Thank you.”

  I patted her arm, then straightened. “Can you carry your daughter? Because we have to run.”

  “Yes.”

  I held out my free hand to the little boy. “Follow me. And whatever you do, don’t scream.”

  He looked up at me, his brown eyes huge.

  “You’ve been brave so far, right? Just a little longer, then this will be over.”

  He nodded, a choppy, bobbling movement. But I squeezed his hand to reassure him. He squeezed back and didn’t let go.

  “Run!” I commanded. The four of us darted to the cover of the next building and halted. But I’d seen something. Air whooshed out of my lungs, and I turned to the boy. “Take your mom’s hand.”

  Silently, he obeyed.

  Then I made eye contact with his mom. “Stay quiet. Silencio.”

  I pulled out my other knife and made sure peach powder dusted both blades. Then I stepped toward the edge of the building and peered around the side. Kill or be killed, that was the game now. And I wasn’t about to die today. Or let my little brother get hurt.

  There! To my right, I caught sight of rose-gold scales slithering through the smoke between two buildings. My pulse sped, and I ducked behind the structure. More sweat clung to the hilt of my poison-coated dragon-claw knives. My breathing seemed louder in my ears.

  “I smell you.”

  The gravelly voice sent jitters through my being, and I pressed my body against the sooty wall.

  Held my breath.

  The light, grating click of scales gliding over debris came closer. Closer. As I leaned out of my hiding place, the soft leather of my jacket scraped against the brick. I froze, a shiver racing through my veins. I swallowed hard and turned my head slightly to see if the dragon had heard.

  The beast lay stock-still at the entrance to the alley between this building and the market. I could see its side. The small pulse, nudging against the rose-gold scales, told me where the heart beat beneath the armored skin. And it wasn’t pumping fast like mine. It beat slowly. Too slowly. The thick, shiny claws on its left-front foot shifted minutely, digging in deeper to the cracked concrete. That movement told me one thing: the dragon knew exactly where I was.

  Goosebumps sprouted on my arms and the back of my neck. I glanced over my shoulder at the mother and her kids. The boy was shaking.

  I clutched my weapons tighter. This beast was not taking down another victim tonight. I’d get these people out of here if it killed me.

  The soft hum of an electric motor drew my attention to the right—there in the woods, behind the building that sheltered us, a truck rolled slowly through the trees. I made eye contact with the mother, pointed to the vehicle, and mouthed, “Run.”

  A slow chuckle punctuated my silent warning, and I turned to see a towering neck rise above me, a shining, golden light against the smoke-darkened sky. Gray billows puffed from its nostrils. “Leaving so soon?”

  A scream erupted behind me, whether the boy or the girl, I couldn’t tell. Not that it mattered. As the dragon jerked its attention toward their movement, it revealed a clear mark to its jugular. Idiot.

  Adrenaline pulsed through me as I sized up the opening. I could make this toss. If I failed, it could cost that family their lives. I had to make it.

  Hunting dragons isn’t easy. Understatement of the century.

  The dragon opened its mouth, lowering its neck, and I gripped my daggers, waiting.

  “Mama!” A cry sounded behind me.

  No! I had to focus! Concentrado. The dragon dropped its neck a fraction more—now it loomed about ten feet above me—aiming its flame, but the idiot forgot about me standing below it. Just as the scales started to redden, announcing the blast waiting in its gullet, I let my weapon fly.

  It sailed true, right toward the dragon’s fire trigger. The dragon-claw blade penetrated the scaly armor. And the peach on the knife would seep into the dragon’s blood. But that didn’t mean the family was out of danger. They hadn’t made it to the armored truck yet. And the monster still had teeth and claws.

  I raced for the fleeing family. The truck was barreling toward them, ready to carry them to safety. But the boy had fallen.

  My stomach dropped. Would I make it to him? I pushed myself to run faster.

  Behind me, the dragon roared, and I smirked, knowing that it was mourning the loss of its fire trigger. My shot had hit where it counted. But the creature’s teeth could still kill us. Feet first, I dove into a home-plate slide that would have made my granddad proud. The hot scent of smoke drew closer as I wrapped my arms around the boy, shielding him with my body. I finished the slide and popped up.

  Teeth snapped behind us. Screams filled my ears. Blood thundered in my skull. I pushed the boy along and whirled to face the dragon.

  Dane was already standing there, his small crossbow loaded and pointed.

  I flicked my wrist, activating the button in the bracelet that recalled my knife to me. It sailed in a straight line, hilt first, to my open hand—snapping to the recaller magnets on the bracelet in the perfect position for me to grab and throw.

  But I held, waiting. State-of-the-art, indeed.

  The dragon roared again, lumbering closer, but Dane fired his crossbow—the dragon-tooth arrowhead sank in right between the creature’s eyes.

  Then my brother dropped the weapon and pulled out his knife from a compartment on his belt—one I could only assume was filled with peach powder. He threw it at the falling beast. It thwacked right into its chest.

  Its jaws hit the dirt paces from us. Then it turned to ash.

  Dane recalled his knife and faced me. “Nice save.” He motioned with his head at the truck that the mom and her kids were boarding.

  I nodded toward where the dragon had toppled. “Nice shot. A little overkill, though.”

  “You’re welcome.” He smirked.

  “I had it handled.”

  He let out a snort and retrieved his arrow. Then he started running toward the woods. “Come on. This forest dragon is making a getaway, and it’s just taken cover in its natural habitat.”

  As Dane shouted orders for the rescue truck to take the victims and get the heck outta Dodge, I wiped my blades clean and followed him.

  Now to hunt a forest dragon. My lips stretched into a smile, fueled by the fireball of hate in my chest.

  Yeah. Time for some real fun.

  Two

  Decaying bark crumbled as I pressed my back against a tree, tightening my grip on the knife. Any sound, any movement would alert the dragon to my hiding place. I hadn’t seen it yet. Just smelled its burning-wood scent. My whole body quivered. This could be my dragon. The one that had turned me into a hunter.

  I could almost taste victory.

  The beast was near, all right. Biding its time. Waiting for me to screw up so it could pounce. So far, it had lured Dane and me deeper into the forest. Farther from our means of quick escape: our motorcycles. But also farther from our rescue vehicles, which should already be headed to our mobile base. I hoped they’d all be okay.

  Tiny crumbs of tree bark rolled down my sleeve. Knocked against the hollow trunk. Bounced off exposed, hardened roots. An echo pinballing through the woods right to the dragon’s ears. I held my breath as my insides squeezed tight. Trembling.

  It would pinpoint my location now.

  Breathe. Think. Concentrado. I gripped harder on the hilt of my dragon-claw knife and glanced left, where Dane hid behind a healthier tree, crossbow ready. His gaze met mine, and he tipped his head left. Good. At least he could hear the beast. If he was as nervous as I felt, he didn’t show it. His movements remained steady and calculating. Nothing like the quivering mess I was.

  I strained to
listen over my pounding heart. This deep in the woods, even a forest dragon would have to stay grounded. Just how I wanted it. Easier to kill that way.

  Except that I didn’t have any forest-dragon poison in my utility belt—because we didn’t know what their poison was.

  Dane’s stare intensified. He nodded once. Then he held up three fingers.

  A countdown. I tipped my head to acknowledge my readiness. This monster had harmed its last victim. Tracked its last hunter. My debt would be paid.

  Two.

  The scent of burning leaves consumed me. It was close. My muscles were like coiled springs.

  One.

  Dane and I leaped out at the same time.

  A dinosaur-like creature faced us through a cloud of smoke. Its thick, anaconda-long neck towered above us. Spikes encircled its head and lined its back like a row of razor-sharp teeth. Hard, lime-green scales, each like a separate shield, covered the underside of its neck and chest. Darker scales armored its legs—the perfect camouflage under the trees.

  Providing extra protection for the precious fire starter, golden-green scales—denser and stronger than the others—plated the very top of its throat.

  A strike with my dragon-claw knife would have to do. It wouldn’t do nearly as much damage without the poison, though.

  The spikes fanned out, spreading wide from its head, indicating that its other armored protrusions were sticking out like spears across its body. Yep. This beast was definitely angry.

  More smoke poured from its nostrils in a rush of fog, cloaking the dragon from my line of sight. Just like that, I lost visual. And I hadn’t seen its stomach—hadn’t seen if it was the one I’d vowed to kill.

  I charged through the smoke. I might not be able to get a clear visual on where to throw my knife, but if I kept moving forward, I’d find a dragon eventually.

  “Keira, hang back.” Dane’s warning pulled me to a stop. “I have a long-distance shot.”

  I raced out of the smoke, back to where I’d been hiding. My boot caught on something hard, and I fell. One knee slammed into dirt, the other bashed into a tree root. Holy crap, that hurt.