Chapter 21
From the moment Devon pulled the car into the parking lot, butterflies made themselves known in my stomach. s**t, today was the day. It could cement me as a dragon, or make poor Tate more of an outcast than ever before. And I certainly hoped that wouldn’t happen.
“It’s going to be okay, Ayra,” Devon said softly, squeezing my hand as we walked towards the lake where I’d previously transformed. Unfortunately, this time we weren’t alone, and there was what could only be described as a small crowd gathered.
“Why do they have to watch?” I asked him, my voice much smaller than I cared for.
“Tradition.” He sighed, pushing his free hand over his face and into his hair. “I don’t care for it either, but it has to be done sometimes.”
“What if I can’t shift when I need to?”
“Is that l
