Gillian's POV
I paced the sitting room on a fluffy carpet until my feet burned, waiting for Denzel to come back from the council. Since his parents are part of the bunch of old, entitled dragons, they convinced everyone to allow a few warlocks and witches to enter their lands to help him. He said it wouldn’t take him long, but I am worried because six hours have already passed. What if the witches refused to help him because of his past? I chewed on the tip of my hair in frustration and sat on the sofa. Maybe I am being worked up for nothing.
He assured me that his father would help us, but I couldn’t believe it, because he made it clear he never liked me or was it the fact that I was a wolf, not a dragon princess to fulfil his dreams for Denzel like his brother did.
Denzel told me that
