Tamer of the dragon

Chapter 1

Hera in dragon form
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Hera's pov

I was flying with my sister Zera just above the clouds when a blast of fire came from below us. It must be the dragon slayers after us again. We are the last dragon shifters sense our father died protecting us from them. We have different mothers though; Zera's mother was a dragon shifter like our father. My mother was a werewolf or wolf shifter.

The fire blast missed us but there were more coming towards us really fast. We picked up speed and went higher into the clouds. After flying for about 10 minutes we start to land. We are in a clearing in a forest, the clearing has a pond just big enough for two dragons to bathe.

Zera and I take a drink before we go into the pond and start to bathe. After about 5 minutes I hear something near the edge of the clearing. I get out of the pond and look around. I huff nervously to get my sister's attention. We use our telepathy to communicate.

Hey Zera get out of the pond and be ready to fight, I heard something at the edge of the clearing.

I hope it's not the dragon slayers again, I hate the way they wear the skins of fallen dragon shifters.

Yeah, I hate it to Zera, just be ready in case we have to fight.

Okay sis.

I sniff the air and I smell the scent of wolf and the scent of woods and strawberries. I never smelled something so intoxicating, I feel weak and I hate to feel weak.

Suddenly bright ice blue eyes Pearce through some brush in front of us, but they don't look threatening, they look soft gentle and passionate.

My sister growls in warning at the set of eyes, so I whack her in the back of the head with my tail. She looks at me confused so I tell her they don't look threatening. She looks back at the set of eyes anxiously and waits for it or me to do something and I do do something, I take a step towards the eyes and the eyes raise about a foot and out of the bushes comes the most beautiful wolf I have ever seen. He is pure white with a black tip on his tail. His coat is matted with blood and he has wounds all over him. I sense he is not just a regular wild wolf so he must be a werewolf. He has a sense of authority about him, it kind of makes me nervous.

My sister whines at me and I look back at her. She is sniffing the air and whining I sniff the air as well and a smell dragons mixed with the sent of humans. It's the dragon slayers again I can tell because they wear the skins of dragons they've killed and it makes them smell sort of like dragons.

I look back at the wolf in front of me and it looks like he was getting ready to fight. How will he fight with all of his wounds, in already looks like he is about to drop from exhaustion. When I saw this I told my sister we were going to fight as well. When I told her this she nodded and got into a fighting stance I did the same and the wolf was in front of me like he was trying to protect me. Wow he seems like a real gentleman. But he shouldn't fight with those wounds. I feel like this wolf would die for me and I didn't like that. I don't want someone to die for me.

I change my mind we are not going to fight I need to help this wolf. I tell my sister this and we surround the wolf. I knock him unconscious so he wouldn't fight me to try and fight; it will also make the flight easier for him. Zera lifts him up by the scruff of his neck and positions him on my back. Once he is secure on my back, Zera and I fly above the clouds and use our necklaces to shield ourselves so no one can see or sense us. We fly in the direction of our house. It will take us a few hours to get there.