The Exiled Dragon
Dragon shifters were very much animalistic, like all the shifters of this world, taking on those characteristics in their human personalities.
The fountain in the middle had a wolf and fae playing in the surrounding trough, water flying from the fae’s hands as the wolf pranced around her. It was beautiful and looked fairly new with how crisp the lines were in the stone.
Creed led me to the edge, sitting down, only to have me pulled into his lap. His fingers brushed the side of my face, moving my unruly curly hair. His eyes, deep and dark, had me wanting to dive into his soul. Our dragons sang to each other. I could feel the pull we had, the bond that made us so perfect for each other.