SILAS POV
Seiryu tore through the clouds with a fury I had not felt in years, our wings punching holes through the frozen sky as if the moon itself had offended us. The wind stung against the scales that coated my dragon form, but neither of us felt the cold. Rage heated every vein, every beat of our shared heart, every breath that left our jaws in a plume of bright blue fire. The flames licked the night, casting long streaks of light across the forest below, and the more I tried to steady myself, the more the dragon fed on the storm unraveling inside me.
My mate was getting married. Helena Savage, the only woman I had ever wanted, the only soul my dragon had ever acknowledged, had built a life without me. Someone else had put a ring on her finger. Someone else had slipped into the space
