"Gold?" Selene touches the prison bars holding the dragon. "It's a dragon's weakness. Quite a mystery. They are obsessed with the thing, and it can weaken them." Veronica muses. "Open the cell." She parks at the cell guard.
The guard scoffs, "We don't allow her kind down here. However, if she wants to offer dinner..." The guard's nostrils lift into the air, inhaling Selene's scent.
"You would do well to keep your hands off Lord Jones's promised!" Veronica warns. The guard looks incredulous. "Yes, he is mated to a wolf. A witch-wolf hybrid, if we are specific. Now allow us to pass." The guard hangs his head and opens the cell door. Huddled in the corner is a large male with a strange aura. He glares at the females. "Vampires." he snarls at Veronica. His eyes shift to Selene and then fall to her slight bump. "A pregnant wolf." The dragon shifter stands, hobbling towards Selene. " You are about four months along if my senses are correct." He kneels at her feet, sniffing
