Chapter Eight
The wolf dodged another falling timber, dragging the limp Yugi by his collar. The smoke was making her eyes sting and her lungs burn… now where was the door?…
Hazy fingers of light shone through, and she could hear shouts over the crackling of flames. She headed toward the noise and the light, and tumbled out into open air. Yugi began to cough as his lungs breathed in oxygen once more.
She let him rest for several seconds, but knew they had to continue. Grabbing his collar in her teeth, she dragged him farther, out toward the street.
"Yugi!" a girl screamed. A small group of people charged over to them, clustering around the fallen Yugi. "Come on, man, you gotta speak to me!" pleaded Joey. Yugi continued to cough.
"There is no time for that," said the wolf impatiently. "We must get onto the plane and leave."
"Those criminals just took Yugi's grandpa!" protested Téa, thinking, that makes two talking animals so far.
"If you want to be taken also, you may stay here," said the wolf. She picked up Yugi again and began to trot toward the plane.
"Hey! Where you goin'?" shouted Joey. "Don't leave us behind!"
"Yeah! Wait up!" yelled Tristan. The four dashed in hot pursuit.
Cowards. I knew they would come, thought the wolf as she entered the jet. In a shower of silver sparks, Ramla appeared, and picked up Yugi in her strong arms. In the passenger's cabin, she buckled him up next to the unconscious Mokuba and returned to the cockpit. The two pilots fired up the engines, and the plane rose into the air and zoomed away. Marik spoke into the radio, "All planes return to the flagship. I repeat, all planes return to the flagship. Over and out."