Eliza
I don’t feel even one ounce of guilt as I watch blue flames come out from Kai’s nostrils. I hold on to his scales, gasping in surprise when I realize my dragon’s fire doesn’t burn but freezes the enemy werewolves.
Kai moves with deadly grace, transforming the enemy werewolves into glittering shards of ice with a single blow of his blue breath. He strides through the street, and the creatures’ snarls reach a fever pitch as they desperately try to get close enough to tear me apart.
But my beloved dragon is there to protect me, roaring ferociously and creating an impenetrable wall between them and me. He bites and murders anyone dumb enough to attack and then continues walking down the street while roaring.
‘Wow,’ Arizona whistles inside my head when Kai steps over a werewolf withou
