DRAVON'S POVThe rumours of the burnt clans spread like wildfire throughout Aldridge as the hearts of the people were now stricken with fear, not knowing which clan would be next. According to the rumours, the clan had been burnt to the ground by a massive dragon that couldn’t be tamed. It had torn some people to pieces and burnt others alive, leaving the whole clan desolate. Only the survivors who managed to escape lived to tell the story.That evening, I sat at the front of the shop after closing, my thoughts in conflict. All those innocent people had died because of me. But then my feelings for Hazel took over the better part of me. If keeping her safe meant risking everything else, I would do it willingly, even if it meant I was selfish.“Hey man, what’s wrong? Why are you looking like that?” a voice I recognised as Nathan’s called out.I lifted my head, meeting his scrutinising gaze. “I’m fine,” I said, knowing fully well that I wasn’t. “What’s happening in Aldridge? What are the

DRAVON’S POVI collided with someone.Nathan.The impact was sudden, knocking the breath from my lungs and sending a sharp wave of pain through my already burning chest. For a brief moment, everything froze. The world seemed to pause around us, the noise of the street fading into nothing as my heart thundered painfully in my ears.Nathan looked at me closely, his brows knitting together as suspicion crossed his face. His eyes lingered on mine, then slowly traveled down to my hands, which were covered in gloves despite the warmth of the evening.“Dravon,” he said carefully, “where are you heading to in such a hurry? What’s wrong?”I swallowed hard. The fire inside me pulsed violently, clawing at my ribs, demanding to be released. My body shook slightly, and I prayed he would not notice.“I I’m not feeling too well today,” I said, forcing my voice to sound steady. “I need to get home and take some drugs.”The lie tasted bitter on my tongue.Dragons did not fall sick. We were fire and bl

SERAPHINE’S POVThe moment I left the palace, I reappeared at the heart of the Sacred Forest a place forbidden to all, even dragons. Dark, towering trees encircled me, their ancient trunks whispering secrets older than time. Morning dew kissed my skin, cooling the fire that lived beneath it. Though it was dawn, the forest remained cloaked in shadow.I had gone to the palace at first light to fortify Dravon and his men with demonic seals, strengthening them for the war ahead. I knew better than anyone that defeating Dravon would not be easy.I could not appear directly at my true destination. Powerful repellents warded it against all forms of magic and teleportation. To force my way through would cost me my life or worse, my power. Neither was a price I could afford.I stood on the very spot where I had first appeared many years ago.The memories came rushing back.The pain.The exile.And most of all the turning.I had been so young then, barely in my early twenties. I had just been a

AIDEN’S POVI sat in the fortress hall, bent over maps and battle routes, planning and strategizing with Zarin and some of my strongest men. The long stone table was littered with markings paths through the forest, weak points, escape routes. Every detail mattered.“Your Highness,” Zarin said, pointing at the map he had drawn, “I believe we should position men at strategic locations around the house. That way, we strike from all sides at once. Attacking tonight would be perfect.”I studied the markings carefully. The house was isolated, hidden deep at the centre of the woods beautiful, but vulnerable.“Yes,” I said slowly. “A sudden attack would be ideal. The forest limits their visibility and escape routes.”Before we could continue, footsteps approached from behind.“Your Highness,” one of my men said with a bow. “Your legal consultant wishes to see you.”Zarin and I turned instinctively.“Tell him I’ll be with him shortly,” I replied. The guard bowed again and left.I turned back t

AIDEN’S POVI woke up on my balcony, as usual, but this time I was badly injured.I struggled to stand, my body screaming in pain as agony rippled through every part of me. They had wounded me with spears and arrows before I even had the chance to burn them. I had no choice but to retaliate. If I had not, they would have killed me. I burned most of their strongest men alive, leaving a few others badly injured and close to death, before fleeing for my life.I managed to crawl to the door of my chambers. As I pushed it open, a sharp pain tore through my ribs and I groaned, collapsing against the frame. I knew the wounds were already healing, but they would take time. Being injured in my dragon form always took longer to recover from.Blood spilled from the wound near my heart. The spear had barely missed it. If I had not dodged in time, that fool would have driven it straight through my chest, and that would have been the end of me.I staggered toward my closet and tore out a piece of c