Wren
Shifting had been a risk but a risk that had gladly taken. I needed it. I knew it and so did Opal. She didn’t like the idea of me risking our safety to let my dragon stretch his wings but she knew I had to do it.
And I had been careful. Riding on my borrowed motorbike many miles out of town and into the middle of nowhere.
But I had been so caught up with the feel of the wind under my wings that I had lost track of time. It had just been too easy to fall back into being my authentic self that by the time I had shifted back and dressed the sun was already setting.
I was going to be late in picking Opal up from her shift . Something I had never done. I was always there for her. Always. I was her protector. How could I protect her if I wasn’t there?
Guilt ripped into me. Making
