A loud whoosh of air swept through the battlefield, and I turned instinctively, my eyes wide as the massive black dragon descended from the skies, her great wings folding in as she landed with an earth-shaking thud. The transformation happened so fast, so smoothly—it was Angelica, back in her human form. And there, running toward her, was Killian, arms open wide as he reached her, his protective instincts kicking in as he shielded her from the cold with his own warmth.
I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. It was beautiful—no matter how fierce Angelica was, her heart was in the right place, and it showed in every protective move Killian made. He was there for her, like my mates were always there for me.
Speaking of which…
I barely registered the arms that wrapped around me as Alan, Al
