(Draco’s POV)
Capala flew over a large waterfall, the light of the moon being able to see right here. The moon glistened off the water, as shimmers surrounded the grassy area. The water flowed as if magic was possessing its every move. The sight alone was memorizing, enchanting, but that wasn’t what caught my attention. A ten-foot dragon laying lazily in the grass, bright white eyes watching the black shimmery dragon in amusement. The icy blue scales blended in with the water, as if she was meant to be there. Her transparent wings fluttering softly every time she huffed at the black dragon, who kept splashing water at her.
‘Mate.’ Capala whispered in astonishment. He was shocked and fell more in love by the second. Our mate had left her room to turn into a dragon, the most astounding
