Then- Opal
Being back at the garrison was like being out back into a cage. And I knew that Wren felt the same. He had been tense the entire trip back. His feet holding me a little too tightly so that by the time he landed my ribs were aching.
But I could understand it. He was worried about Wren. I was as well. It seemed selfish to be mad that we never got to finish our mating.
“Wren?” My hand came down on his arm , stopping him as we came under the great arch and into the court yard.
The place was milling with people. But it was to the giant pyre that my eyes fell. It looked liked a giant bonfire.
My heart stuttered and stopped. I had heard the stories of what dragons did to those that they thought were witches. But I had never really believed it.
The sight of that pile of wood ,
