The dragon pulled out the chair across from David’s desk and forced me to sit. Then, he closed the office door and stood in front of it, arms folded, silently guarding me as he had before.
The truth of what the horn represented stalled my tongue.
“I haven’t decided yet if we’ll kill you or not,” said David. He steepled his fingers on the desk, meeting my eyes while the horn sat tauntingly between us. “You’re equally as valuable to us alive as you are dead. Perhaps more so alive since we already got what we needed from your mother.”
“You f*****g monster,” I said under my breath.
“All shifters are monsters,” David said nonchalantly. “Our existence inherently oppresses someone or something else. The animals we kill for food. The humans we silence to protect our identities. Even amongs
