" Alex,” Simber growled. He listened. “Clive, can you open this doorrr?” “No, I’m sorry!” Clive called. Simber growled. He looked all around, and then he backed up. “Look out,” he called. He took a running start and slammed into the door, his shoulders and wings crashing through the walls on either side. Wood framing, the door, and chunks of the wall splintered across the room. “Helllp!” Clive yelled. “Intruder!” “I am the help, you dolt,” Simber said. "

― Lisa McMann , Island of Fire (Unwanteds, #3)