David
The explosion rattled the fogged up glass of my shower, shaking what seemed to be the very foundations on my home.
What the hell?
It sounded similar to a gas explosion or even worse a dragon attack. I knew the sound, I had attacked more than my fair share of homes in my past.
Were we under attack? Had the Resistance gotten wind of the Councils plan and retaliated. Was this some feeble rescue attempt?
Were they coming for my little witch?
My dragon roared a war cry. She was ours.-
Ours.
Our witch, our mate.
And no one not even another dragon would take her from me without a fight.
Not caring that I was naked, I took off at a sprint down the hallway, past my sons door which he had opened sleepily, his dark hair tousled with sleep. Skidding to a halt in front of him, I kne
