Epilogue

"Will I ever get used to this?" April asked her mate as she looked out upon the carnage they had wrought. She was a gentle, nurturing soul and any life lost pained her. Though she considered this unavoidable, she still had a hard time dialing down her humanity. It's what would forever set her apart from other dragons. Adrastus sighed deep in his throat, his pale blue eyes sliding sideways as he peered at his mate, " It is nature's way to cleanse the earth through war, my love, and we are dragons. Violence is an essential part of our nature. Tell me, in times like these, do you regret the choice you made? Do you regret choosing me?" April took her time answering, but when she did, her words rang true. "I miss my wolf Adrastus, but Fleetfoot had to be set free in order for us to be truly bonded for life. I accept that and am grateful for my dragon form and all that comes with it, so no, I don't regret choosing you. How can I, when you are the keeper of my heart?" Together the