Dolton POV
“So I’m right,” she says, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips.
I groan, leaning back in my chair. “Fine. You have a point. But Jonathan doesn’t need a dragon form, Celine. He already has two forms—fae and merfolk. You can’t give him another.”
She chews her bottom lip, clearly already contemplating it. “But he should fit in too,” she murmurs, more to herself than to me.
“Do you think he cares about fitting in?” I counter, my tone firm. “Jonathan is comfortable in his fae form. That’s the side of him that’s most natural, most prominent. Just like for me—it doesn’t matter that I now have a dragon form. I will always feel more like myself as a lycan. I didn’t feel out of place at that party, and neither did Jonathan.”
She sighs heavily, her fingers absentmindedly tracing pat
