The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate
The wind whipped through her hair, and a joyous laughter escaped her lips, merging with the sound of crashing waves.
Faster and faster she ran, her body becoming one with the elements. A surge of energy coursed through her, catapulting her across the sea until she effortlessly took to the sky. Both Marienne and Visenya felt weightless, liberated from the constraints of the surface below.
They soared high above the clouds, their flames trailing behind like a radiant comet. The stars watched in awe as they raced across the heavens, streaking across the night sky like a shooting star.
The sky was now their playground, and the universe their canvas, continuing their celestial dance with a sense