The Lycan King’s Stolen Mate
The two smaller dragons hovered in the clouds above, their shadows sweeping over the mountainside like dark omens.
The bronze dragon lowered its giant, horn-crowned head until its glowing golden eye was level with Valen. The heat radiating off its bronze scales was so intense it melted the snow under our boots within seconds.
"I am Ignis, Lord of the Sky Peaks," the dragon rumbled low, its hot breath smelling of ozonated air and volcanic ash. "We did not come to burn your city, King Valen. We came because the cosmic balance has been shattered. The crack in her celestial seal is a beacon. It is not just dragons who feel her light the void beasts and the outer realms know she lives now."