Sasha
Dorgan stares at me, his beautiful silver eyes soft but full of understanding.
I blink, trying to clear my head. Dorgan's face is above me, his voice soft but steady. "You're okay."
I try to speak, but my throat is so dry. "What happened?" My voice cracks as I swallow.
Pan stands up quickly, getting a glass of water and holding it to my lips. I sip, grateful for the relief, but as I finish, Dorgan doesn't let go of my hand.
He gently pushes a strand of hair from my face. "You shifted," he says, his voice quiet, filled with awe, "You're a shifter, a dragon."
Memories race back, sharp and jarring. Kuma… the bazooka. "Kuma! Is Kuma okay?" Panic hits me in waves. My breath quickens.
"I was out of ammo," I gasp, trying to sit up. "I couldn't contact you… no one was close by…"
Dor
