ONE WEEK LATER
''Are you sure I'm ready for this?'' I asked nervously, as he stood opposite me in his Dragon from.
''Yes.'' He answered. It still shocked me how he could speak in his Dragon body, but he'd explained to me over dinner one night that only the Royal Lines Alpha's could do it, it was a mark of an heir.
''I don't know,'' I cringed cautiously.
''Just breathe and remember your stances.'' He ordered.
''You breathe.'' I said back, but he gave a low growl. ''Okay, just... don't shoot the fire directly at me.''
He didn't respond, and just opened his mouth. I could see the fire build, swirling dangerously in his throat, and Willow hid under her tail and hid her eyes.
Then it came. A torrent, a living river of pure flames. This was an awful idea! My eyes instinctively slammed shu
