5 months later…
Erik
The wind lashed at the cliff face, and the waves swelled at their foot, smashing against the rocks violently. My dragon banked sharply to land on the ledge high above the rolling surf. She called to us, and we cautiously entered the cave.
Nesting female dragons were vicious and territorial. Whoever came up with the phrase ‘mama bear’ had never met a mama dragon. Even as her mate, we risked scale and wing disturbing her inner sanctum.
The last month had been rough. Avery’s dragon had driven her to find and make a nest; the instincts were so intense she’d been shifted in her dragon form for weeks now. We freely communicated via our minds, and Avery resigned herself to nesting and looking after our eggs. It was hard for a busy, independent woman, but like every task p
