“What the hell is a witch doing here?" Scorch yelled, his eyes flashing orange as his blood boiled. He gently set his sister on the ground before standing to his feet again. “There are no weapons allowed in here," he fumed. Smoke literally seeped from his ears, and his eyes were bloodshot with anger. Dragons believed witches were the ultimate evil weapons because of how the Moon Goddess used a Dark Witch's help with the creation of the Dragon Shifters. “Just calm down. Isis means you no harm," Zander explained calmly, while he raised his hands in protest. Scorch ignored the Wolfman. “I should burn this witch down to the bone," Scorch roared as he attempted to run towards the old woman.“Oh, stop it now," Julia cursed. “And put me down," she yelled. Two macho dragons carefully placed their queen down while Scorch paused in his tracks, staring daggers at Isis. “Now, why do you hate witches so much?”“They are evil," Layla explained. “We weren't as lucky as the wolves to be solely crea

The majestic creature was forced into a dank, dark cave. They had left it curled up in the room's corner, breathing heavy steam from its mouth. Its black, reptilian eyes darted back and forth, surveying the space and looking for threats, but when it saw none, it huffed a sigh of relief. Dust swirled around the cave as the creature reposed, trying to get comfortable. The constant and monotonous dripping of the wet patch on the roof sent a familiar sensation to its eardrums, reminding it so much of home. Dirt and mud discoloured the water as he caught some on his tongue. The creature noticed the small rocks falling from the roof of the cave caused by a distant rumbling. Through hazy visions, it saw two giants fighting over what seemed to be scraps of food on the floor. The creature huffed again. The fighting was causing a more massive headache than the one it already had. If the creature was at full strength, it could part the giants with ease, but it was weak. It scrutinized the fight

JULIA'S POVMy rough hands clung to the surface of the embankment as we climbed to the lair entrance. Stones burrowed into my knees, peeling at my skin. My palms were sore and bruised. Dozens of scratches littered my arms and legs. With each inhale and exhale, my lungs burned and came close to blistering. I was tired, and I didn't know how much longer I could hold on. My fingers dug harder into the wall and I halted, resting the side of my face on the surface of the ridge. “Julia, don't stop now. We're almost there." Declan's voice was an encouragement. I scanned down below to have a glance at him and regretted my decision to do so. The dropdown below seemed endless, as darkness was all I could see. “Just don't look down, Julia.”“He's right, Jules. Look at me," Zander stated from above. My eyelids were heavy as I lifted my gaze to greet him up above. “That's it, Julia. We're almost there. See, James is already at the top." “OK. I can do this," I chanted, lifting one leg after the o

“Zander," Hazel shouted in relief when she saw her husband walking towards them. She ran into his arms and hugged him with everything she had in her. “I'm so happy you're OK."“I've only been gone a day," Zander declared. “But I'm delighted to see you too, Kitten," he leaned down and kissed her lips. “Sunshine," James called to her. “Dad," Hazel yelped, running out of Zander's arms and into her father's. “Are you OK?"“Yes, my love. I am OK." He squeezed her with all his might. He sensed how relieved she was to see that her loved ones are alright. Declan entered the scene, and Hazel's eyes and his clashed. “How about you, are you alright, Declan?" Hazel asked him. His wolf was affected just by the sweet, saccharine tone of her voice. But it hurt him that he couldn't enjoy a hug from her without fantasizing about having her. “Yes, Luna. I am fine." He stated a little too coldly. Hazel was taken aback by his tone, and Zander felt his turmoil, and it was at that point Alpha figured i

Dazed and disoriented, Freya studied the white-haired woman who was inching closer to her. Her curvaceous body with her silver hair and milky eyes made her a looker. She was beautiful, but there was something so familiar about the woman, like she'd met her before. Isis paused when she noticed Freya's confused stare. “It is I, child. Isis.”“Wait, what? But you're supposed to be old.” Freya gasped. “That's because she did something bad,” another voice made it through the rubble. Isis's gaze shot to the slender woman, pushing her body up off the ground and dusting the debris off her clothes. “Prudence!” Isis yelped. “Hello, Isis,” Prudence grinned. Tears pooled in her eyes as she pushed past her sister and fell into Isis's arms. “Oh, my child,” Isis cried. “You're alive.”“Yes. I am.”“Wait, I don't understand. How do you look so young and fresh?” Freya wanted to know. “Forget about that and come give me a hug,” Isis declared. Freya rushed and dove into Isis's arms. “I'm so happy