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Chapter 11 - Kingdom of Dragons Penelope Garren's surprise appearance had set the mood for the rest of the day. Both Hilary and I were overloaded with case files after a huge drug bust happened this afternoon. We didn't even have time to stop for lunch, which I was thankful for because I still hadn't decided on what I was going to tell her about Garren.It would make the most sense to just tell her that we had an arrangement between families, but at the same time, I just wished I could say to her the truth of it all. By the time seven rolled around, I still had another four files to punch in, and I knew it would take me another two hours at least to have everything keyed in before I could go home. In addition, my stomach growled in protest to the lack of food I had eaten all day, only having time to get coffee from the lunch room before having to return to work. "Well, I'm out." Hilary groaned as she stretched in her chair. Her back cracking from the movement. I playfully scowled

Chapter 13 - Vow PenelopeI had never seen so much gold in one place in my life. From floor to ceiling, something was touched with gold. Whether it be an ornate chandelier, the crown moulding, or even a handle. And paired with the gold was white, so much white I feared that even a simple touch would mark it. It was shocking and wasn't how I pictured a castle that belonged to a dragon to look at all. Was I stereotyping by assuming that all dragons lived in caves or creepy stone castles, yes? But it wasn't entirely my fault, blame it on ignorance, but I had grown up not really knowing much else besides the world of Fae and humans. Human fairy tales didn't even hit close to the mark on any of that stuff, and dragons didn't really welcome just anyone into their world, so Fae tales of the realm weren't that helpful either. "And this is your room," Gregory said, a little too chipper, snapping me from my thoughts. His gray eyes lit up as he gave me an all-too-fake smile. His light brown h

Chapter 15 - Respect Penelope I tried my best to bury the unease that was working its way through my chest. A lot of these people were bigger than me, but I was used to being the smallest in a group. For a she-wolf, I was tiny, but what I lacked in height, I made up for in speed and precision. I trained with my brother and the warriors of the Bloodstone pack. I may not have had the experience that most Fae and Dragon warriors got, but I still had some under my belt before I had left for the academy, and then I got more hand-to-hand combat there too. Yes, humans were weaker than other species, but that didn't mean I slacked. I worked hard; I could do this; I had to do this. I knew what Mildred was doing. She was trying to psych me out, and I couldn't let her get the upper hand. I came here to prove Garren wrong, and it started the second we walked through that portal. So I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat and nodded. "Right," I said before making my way towards H

Chapter 17 - Games Penelope My body hurt, muscles I didn't even know existed ached, and I knew they would return with a vengeance come morning. My wolf healing could only work so fast while I worked myself to the brink of exhaustion. My fingertips were raw from shooting arrow after arrow at the targets before me. The skin was angry and red; every time I released an arrow, the wounds would reopen, making me hiss from the stinging pain. Shooting a gun and hitting the center of a target every time was a walk in a park compared to this. Everything that came with being good at archery came from years of practice, and I definitely didn't have that training. Not yet, anyway. "Focus, Penelope. Calm your breathing and keep your eye on the target. Hold your arm steady." I adjusted my grip and tightened my fingers around the wooden bow. I drew back the arrow with my right hand lining it up with my ear as I peered down the bow at the target that was in front of me. If the target were alive,

Chapter 19 - Warrior Penelope "This is stupid," I muttered as I pulled a black t-shirt over my head. "So, so, so stupid," I repeated as I slid on a pair of leather pants and boots. Garren hadn't given me much to go on for attire, but I figured a t-shirt, pants, and boots was a safe bet as any. "It's not, Poppy. Our mate invited us out with him. It's the first step towards something." Kyra reassured me, but I could still hear the faint twinge of uncertainty in her voice.Hope was a dangerous thing; it destroyed worlds and created monsters when it was lost. It was why I made a silent vow to myself last night that I wouldn't hope for anything more than just a day out with Garren. I blew out a heavy breath, playing with my hair as I tried to recreate the braids Mildred had done for me yesterday. It turns out it is a lot harder to do something like that without any previous braiding skills. I gave up and pulled my hair up into a high ponytail.Better than nothing. A soft knock sounde