LUKAS
“What did you call him?” I swirl the brown liquid in my glass, scrutinizing the young man before me.
He’d struck a pose upon nearing the booth. He’s sporting a leather jerkin and giving off nonchalance, the kind that’s a chick magnet.
“The last Dragon Shifter, my king,” Clayton bows until his head almost touches the ground.
I take a sip of my wine, letting its warmth spread through my chest as I consider Clayton's words. How does he exist?
I asked the rogue Alpha to hunt down the entire dragon race. I should have known the fool would do something entirely different. No eggs. Just a young looking thief.
“So what about the rest?”
His face drains of color. “I…I tried everything I could, but it seems dragon eggs have gone extinct. This is my only great discovery for you, my kin
