The Assassin
I tell her.
She looks at him, still clinging to me.
“You were there? In that awful place?”
“I was, little fire dragon,” he says, carefully leaning his head toward her. She reaches forward and touches his snout.
“Why do I feel drawn to you?” she asks, not realizing that she understands his dragon’s language.
“He’s our Alpha,” Morgan says, walking up. “I’m Morgan. I’m a water dragon.”
Nova looks at me, then at Ancalagon and Morgan. “Zephyr says I’m a fire dragon and elf, but I was always just a human.”
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