(Draco’s POV)
I took off after my mate. Assisting her with killing the enemies she had frozen. We were going at a great pace, getting through as many kills as we could before Xeraphina dropped to her knees holding her chest. I glanced around frantically, looking for a threat nearby. When I couldn’t spot anything out of the ordinary, I turned back to our mate, scanning for any injuries. What could be wrong with her?
‘Someone is hurt.’ Capala whispered in agony. Portraying the ache, we felt when we knew our mate was hurt. He wanted to comfort her but didn’t know how to. I honestly wasn’t sure either.
I sensed more people approaching our battlefield as I turned myself in the direction. Capala and I were ready to take on anyone who seemed to threaten our mate and our people. My dragon a
