Then- Wren
“What the hell was that Opal?” I couldn’t keep the anger out of my voice. I didn’t even really try.
What had she been thinking? Why hadn’t she shifted back. She had just fallen. Opal would have died without raising a finger to help herself.
What kind of person did that?
The Opal I knew and was in love with would have tried to save herself. She had fight and passion.
Her dragon? Her dragon was an unknown entity but it didn’t seem to have her spark.
Naked I carried her like she was a baby, and the entire time she didn’t say a word.
Not one single word.
It was only when I placed her shivering on the bed, pulling the furs up around her shoulders that she turned those blue eyes to me.
My heart slammed into my ribs. She looked petrified.
Petrified of me.
But there was
