Page 212 of The Forbidden Dragon King

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I raise my arms over my face, flinching away from the battering of their leathery wings.

Freya screams, as the bats become tangled in her hair. Daire crumples forward onto her, protecting her with his wings.

My darkness howls.

And the Golden Dragon, Hadrian, breaks out from the place deep inside that I keep him restrained.

Instantly, Hadrian’s dagger extends into a full, blazing sword with golden flames that sizzle along its length.

Shadows wind around its hilt, up my arm, and around my body.

I back away from my pack, while the light of my sword drives back the fog, shadows, and all the Blood’s unnatural creatures in shrieking terror.

Yet I can’t control it. I never can.

I’ve let the darkness in, and now it will burn me entirely.

Burn this world.

I transform into my shifter form with a roar that rattles the windows of the tenements. My tail breaks down the remaining stalls. My wings smash the buildings, cracking through them like paper.

I raise my head on its long sinuous neck in fury, before breathing a line of fire up at the night sky.

Flames, flames, flames.

I will torch the moths into scorched blossoms, tumbling to ash over Bael.

The moths scatter, vomiting the moon back into the sky.

I roar in victory.

Aurelius…?A voice breaks into my mind.

I narrow my eyes at the fae who is boldly standing in front of me in a golden mask. He’s wearing my face.

I breathe in deeply, scenting him.

Pack.

Mate.

Hadrian, I snarl back.

Fear flashes across the fae’s face, before he steps in front of a pretty wolf shifter.

Our Omega.

The fae’s grin becomes vicious.Burn them all.

Surprised, I stare at him. Now, I know why he’s worthy to be my mate.

Unrestrained, I flap my wings and roar again.

Rats flee before me. The shadows retreat like they can hide from me.

Except, then I sniff again.

I can smell a deep rose scent: My Omega is in heat.

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