Yhendorn
We spend the next two days preparing to return to the Academy. I task Merethyl with researching the previous elvish wars, specifically The Great Clash. That was a war with elf against elf, something we’re on the precipice of facing again.
“We should ask Phoenix too,” Kenna says. “Remember, she was there during The Great Clash.”
I rub my hand over my forehead, feeling the strain of what is to come.
I feel warm, sure hands wrap around me. I press my hands to my mate’s. “I’m okay,” I say.
As much as I love my mate in my mind and I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world, I forget that she now feels when I’m stressed. In the past, I was able to hide the worst of it from her. Now, there is no hiding anything from my dragon.
“You’re not okay. You’re trying to pretend with me
