IT WAS already noon, and Vaelora was finally feeling better. She hopped down her bed, getting into her routine for the day.
After the unexpected turn of events at Andronikos' lair last night, Vaelora had returned to their chambers, sapped off her energy.
It was understandable, seeing as she was shifting for the first time in years.
Her body had managed to seize control from her wolf, who was very excited to be back after such a long time of dormancy.
It was rare to see a wolf and dragon mated. But it was so obvious that Vaelora's wolf; Nyla, had been very eager to remain in Dronikos' presence.
As Vaelora went into the bathing chambers, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She looked different. Felt different.
It felt good to have Nyla back, and Vaelora couldn't help but thin
