Emma POV
Clay's eyes turned a deep, ominous shade of red, flickering like flames burning behind them, unlike any creature's eyes I had ever seen. The sight startled me, and as Inara whispered "Dragon" in my mind, I couldn't believe it. Dragons were believed to be extinct, not a mere gift from a spell. But then, his scent changed, no longer carrying a trace of wolf. It was all a ruse to deceive anyone who dared to test him. Clay, hidden among mortals, was a dragon, and at that moment, he hungered. His dragon awakened, sensing me as his mate, and an intense desire to claim what was rightfully his consumed him.
"We must not fight, mate. We must keep him calm," Inara warned me. I acknowledged her words, knowing that dragons were fiercely protective and possessive of their mates.
"I know,"
