Thirty-Two Headed Home

About an hour later, Irlas flew away from the oasis. I noticed massive amounts of water. I'm pretty sure it's an ocean; grey clouds form in the sky. As I saw lightning bolts sent by the Gods themselves, I panicked. The sky stormed with rain. I scrunch up like an infant to fit under Irlas' scales. The goal is to keep myself from falling off the dragon if I can't get all of my body under the scales.

My heart begins to beat a different beat from the fear of the rain and the lightning I see ahead of us. My fears see me headed into certain death. I am praying to the moon goddess for forgiveness of all the she-wolves I had sex with, and for being rude to my mate. I don’t even notice that we are now in the storm, and we are not being rained on.

I am curled like an infant in my mother’s womb still praying away. When I heard gruff laughter in a mind link saying “stupid human” shocked I asked in anger, “how can you mind link me? “

“Such a puny human mind, dragons are far superior to wolves. We