Draco.
“No, that’s going to be too risky,” Draco immediately countered, shaking his head as he moved away from the window.
His inner mind hated the idea of setting a trap for her. There was no way Isolde was a Wraithling. A beast. For all Draco knew, he was the first beast to ever exist. The abbot mentioned that to him after his first shift into a Wraithling years back.
He was the first of his kind, Draco was certain about that.
“Why? This is our only chance to prove this isn’t a rare curse, Dracolian. Don’t you see?” Alfos hissed, stepping further into the room.
The cool air quickly shifted into something hot as Draco paced, trying to come up with words that showed his disagreement with Alfos’s suggestion.
“She might die, Alfos! I can’t do that to her!” He yelled, glaring at Alfo
