I watch Emmi, or more correctly, her shifter. When I mentioned Cal repopulating the world with dragons, her eyes went unfocused.
“Emmi?” I ask quietly.
She turns and looks at me and the way she leans into me, I know this is still her shifter. My dragon feels the pull to this shifter, so I know that it’s her that I’m mated to, but Emmi is part of her, just as I am part of the dragon inside me now.
“Were you created in a laboratory? Or did you awaken because of what happened to Emmi when she was with the bad hybrids?” I ask her.
“No. I told the earth dragon and water dragon that I was called. That’s why I’m here.”
“So Emmi was a human, like me, but now she has you, her shifter?”
“That’s correct,” she says.
I reach out and stroke her cheek. “What’s your name?”
“I’ve had many names in
