Dracon (1st book of the Draconon Series)

Chapter 31

"That is your other form," Targon said, and both of us looked at him. There was a wide range of emotions that crossed his face, and for some reason, I couldn't tell which one I was supposed to see the most and only saw pain.

I furrowed my brows and looked at the dragon again. "My other form?" I asked and looked at him again, and Targon nodded in confirmation. "Explain."

The dragon rolled its eyes and seemed to scowl as if it was annoyed that I wanted Targon to explain what he meant. It looked at Targon before it looked at me, and for some reason it was trying to say something to me, even though I couldn't hear it.

"You can shift into it," Frederick said, and we looked at him. He stared at the dragon with an unknown emotion in his eyes before he looked at me and slowly blinked. "It's like what we can do and shift into our wolf form."

"But we can't have our other form outside of our body like you can with your dragon," Antonio said. He looked at Targon. "Or is that normal?" He gestured to me and the dragon, and the dragon growled a small warning and narrowed its eyes while it moved up my arm just a bit.

Antonio's eyes grew wide, and he moved further away from me but didn't say another word while he looked at Targon when he shook his head.

"Only the royals are able to do that," Targon said, looking at the dragon before he looked at Antonio.

Antonio slowly nodded and looked at the dragon again. "Can I touch it?" he asked and raised an eyebrow while he took a hesitant forward, even though he already knew that it didn't like him.

The dragon growled again and backed further up my arm. It laid its ears against the back of its head, and I could tell that it didn't want to be touched by him.

"I don't think so," I warned and looked at Antonio, who had backed away from us again with wide eyes. "I am sure that it's not your biggest fan, at the moment."

The dragon stopped growling at Antonio and looked at me as if it was offended that I called it an it.

"The dragon is a she, Your Majesty, same as you," Targon said and bowed before he cleared his throat and placed his hands behind his back.

I looked at Targon before I looked at the dragon again. "Oh," I said and slowly blinked. "Does the dragon have a name?"

The dragon nodded and said something that I didn't hear, but I had a feeling that Targon heard it by the fact that he shifted slightly and slowly blinked.

"Targon?" I asked and raised an eyebrow in question while I looked at my guard again.

"Sylias," Targon replied. He cleared his throat, and the dragon looked at him through narrowed eyes. "You still need to bond with her again, Sylias," he said softly before he cleared his throat again. "That is why she can't understand you, at the moment."

"Wait, you can understand her?" I asked, verbally asking my assumption, and Targon nodded in confirmation. I raised an eyebrow in question and looked at my dragon before I looked at him again, slightly amused and a little hurt. "How?"

Targon bit back a small smirk and dipped his head closer to his chest before he looked at me. He didn't say a word, but he didn't need to because I understood what he meant.

He was bonded to us because he was my guard...

Frederick shifted slightly, and Targon, Sylias, and I looked at him. He didn't say a word, and his face was stoic, but I could tell that he understood what that look meant and didn't like it at all.

"It isn't like yours, Your Majesty," Targon said and bowed while he looked at him. He cleared his throat and shifted on his feet. "It is a different type of bond that has been bestowed on me by her grandfather when I was younger." He gestured to me, and Frederick looked at me and then at him again.