The fortress woke to the sound of dragons screaming.
I had barely slept, because the image of the enormous creature rising from the northern mountains had remained trapped inside my mind, and when the first roar shook Dragonspire, I immediately sat upright.
Draven was already awake and he stood beside the windows in nothing but dark trousers and a loose shirt, and his attention was fixed toward the mountains.
Another scream echoed through the fortress. Ashwing answered from somewhere below.
I pushed the blankets aside and hurried toward the balcony doors, while Draven grabbed his coat and followed.
The moment we stepped outside, cold mountain air struck my face and dragons filled the sky.
They weren't flying in formation, and they weren't performing their usual morning flights. They
