Alexander tossed and turned all night. His wolf was pacing in his mind. Jaxon was keeping him awake, along with his own mind. Thinking about the riddle over and over again.
“When the life of a dragon and the strength of your bloodline align with one another, then the curse shall be broken.”
Those words were playing over and over again in his mind. How was one supposed to align a bloodline with a life? Maybe he was taking things too literally. He thought about it every way he could. Coming up with nothing.
It was late in the night when Alexander gave up on sleep. Stripping, he jumped from the window, then took off at a jog. The cool night air filled his lungs. It was quiet outside. The moon was high in the sky. Her beauty is on display for awake eyes to see. Wolves felt a closer conne
