When we couldn’t find Sunshine, we went back for Oliver, only to find that he’d been killed and eaten.
“Hybrids,” Ishir had confirmed when we landed and saw the blood everywhere, more than when we’d left him.
Through our combined senses, I could smell them. “Should we go after them?” I ask him.
I stayed in my dragon form in case I needed to quickly attack or defend, as Ishir kneels on the ground near the blood.
“Zeph, this is violent. I mean, you and I are used to violence. We’re animals. But this is something else; this is vicious. I don’t want you anywhere near this,” he tells me, standing.
“Ishir, I’m a dragon. I can handle vicious.”
“You’re my dragon, Zephyr, and you’re the mother of my kitten. You may be a strong and powerful dragon, but you have a soft heart. Let me protect you
