I can’t feel anything. My entire body is numb. My memories are distorted too, all I remember is my father telling me that we have to leave soon, and then the fire.Something presses around my neck and I realize I am being dragged to the ground by a chain. A red dragon is leading me away from the black clouds of ash.I try to fly towards my uncle, but nothing moves. It’s like my body is paralyzed.After several minutes we reach the ground. I collapse onto the black dirt, my eyes darting around in panic. A dozen unfamiliar faces surround me. One of them sticks a needle into the underside of my neck and I feel a cold liquid run through my veins. My eyelids start to fall, and I pass out moments later.***The ashes are so deep, they completely cover my feet. Black and white flecks drift in the wind down from the volcanoes.

I let out a growl as the wolf continues to yell at me. I leap off of the back of the warrior’s dragon. My dress flies around me as I fall through the air.I land in a silent crouch, just inside the edge of the burning forest. With a wave of my hand the flames subside long enough for me to walk through the trees and into the clearing of wolves.My Fire Snake hisses and spits beside me, swaying side to side. The wolves look at me with eyes full of fear, all except for one; the Werewolf King.“Lyza!” he yells again, and I growl angrily.“How do you know my name?” I snarl. He takes a step forward and my finger twitches. The snake hisses loudly and slithers closer. He leaps backwards in shock.“You’re my mate Lyza! You saved my life; you saved my sister’s life!” he yells. I growl.