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“I cannot. Dragon magic is not witch magic. The disciplines are fundamentally different. What he needs is druid training, the ancient methods that teach a dragon to channel fire as a surgical instrument, not a weapon. The druids can teach him, but it would take months.” “Months.” Leah’s voice was hollow.

“He got the sample he needed, but I do know he would like your human to stay a little. He is curious about the girl he heard so much about when he was young—the girl he hoped a mate bond could snap into place with. Dragons don’t have the same mate bond as Wolves. “ He laughed a little but did not explain. “Lunch is almost ready; please join us. I personally give your little human permission to smack him. Think of it as training! Smack him in the back of his head or his shoulder every time he acts like an antisocial grey rock with breathing functions. Train the human to behave.” He bowed slightly, and I enjoyed that last part of his sentence too much to try to decipher the previous thing he m

I’m surprised Jeremy has enforced training not only on his first full day as Alpha but the day after his ceremony. I make my way over to the training ground to find Brett, Jeremy, Louis, Thomas, Zack, Leo and Lugh. I watch in horror as Lugh casts spell after spell on Brett. Having him thrown into the air, tossed into the ground like a rag doll, forced to shift, broken bones and wooden sticks flying into his chest. “NO!” I roar as Brett is thrown against a tree. At super speed I rush up to Lugh and push him to the ground growling at him.

“F*ck, are you serious?” Black Turtle felt a chill run down his spine. Tyr’s eyes were bloodshot at that moment. It was as if a fierce beast was staring down the two and preparing to attack at any moment. Green Dragon carefully laid Trine on the ground and murmured, “What… now? F*ck, his aura is terrifying.” “I’ll find a way to keep him under control. You stuff the Snow Lotus into his mouth,” said Black Turtle, having already assumed a battle stance. Although they knew they were outmatched, they had no other options available.

One of them tried to fly. “Wow, that’s incredible!” He smiled when another dragon, greyish white in color, was put off balance when it jumped in one stone. “Can I have one of them? I’m willing to train the hatchling.” “No. It will take time to train a hatchling until it becomes an adult. We don’t have much time left. It’s better to train yourself with Griga. She is more efficient in battle.” “But Griga is yours,” he looked at her.

"You cannot ride a dragon if your lungs are on strike. Panic is contagious, and your calm should be a skill." In my head, it translated to something simpler: Don’t faint in the saddle. Don’t shit yourself when a creature the size of a mountain decides you’re interesting and, for the love of everything holy, don’t be stupid. "You will be trained by my finest students," Carl continued. "Kai, Vivian and Soren."

They cheered like idiots who didn’t realize Ronan could bury them alive with one command. Ronan didn’t smile. His eyes were locked on Scarlet, who still wasn’t looking at him. She was calmly tying her boots like she was at a damn picnic. “The trainings,” Ronan continued, voice sharp enough to slice the air, “will consist of the Moonlit Sprints, the Shadow Hunt, the Transformation Drill, Pack Tactics… and the Sense Challenge.” Excited whispers rose across the field. Some students even jumped. Then someone...very brave or very stupid...shouted from the back:

Already Aiden is rolling on the floor, laughing and squeezing so hard I become afraid for him. Three days later, I go to train again, but the Oracle refuses to come with me. She gives me an assignment instead: a live frog. She tells me to set it on fire, freeze it, and defrost it without killing it. So I go back and start training on my own. I practice how to conjure all the elements within minutes. I don’t dare try it on the frog without making sure I can save it in time. Five days later, I return to the Oracle with the live frog.

I looked at Gideon who’s expression gave nothing away as he caught my gaze. “King Sorin, my house is your house but enough with the titles and bullshit. We have work to do and an enemy to kill.” We discussed our plans and Sorin listened quietly and made one or two recommendations. As dinnertime arrived we had finally all agreed on a plan. Sorin’s warriors were trained to fly their dragons, a fact I was pleased to hear.

she says. I watch as Ellie changes out of her clothes and for the first time I witness her fazing into dragon form. Her body is engulfed in a deep violet fog and out from the cloud fog sleek black wings burst forth. Her shift lasts mere seconds before she flies off into the morning light until I can no longer see her. Soren turns towards me his arms crossed over his chest. “We will start your training tomorrow after you are done visiting with Nora,” Soren tells me. “All right,” I agree.