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We finally made it to the northern border and I grabbed a long shirt from a hole in a tree, throwing it on to cover my birthday suit.
I mind-linked the sentinel that told me about the dragons and sent him and five others home, so Daniel and I could converse with the dragons in peace.
My mate sat down followed by me. He pulled me into his lap, nuzzling my neck, after a few minutes and we waited for a while.
I breathed in, impatiently, and smelt something that rivaled my own mate. The scent of burning leaves and rain.
The prophecy came to mind and I remembered that I had two mates. One, a quarter-dragon, the other, a quarter-wolf, therefore balancing each other out. The first, an alpha, the second, the second, a clan leader. Clan leaders were the incarnate of an alpha for the dragon community because they are shifters just like werewolves therefore having groups that need leaders.
The dragons finally made it to the border, all of them in dragon forms. It looked like an entire clan, but one of them caught my eye.
He was fifty feet tall, taller than the others, and looked like the leader since he was watching the childeren, making sure they were safe, while leading everyone to the border. His scales were black, horns, purple, and tip of his tail green, the bones of his wings were silver and green with purple diamond-looking things, with the fleshy part, black. He was also standing on his hind legs.
Alexandria and Harlow were screaming in my head that he was our mate.
I scanned the throes of dragons, seeing that most were wounded, but what surprised me was their leader getting down on his knees, shoving his wrists out, and bowing his huge dragon head in the werewolf's way of showing submission.
Daniel, then, startled me by saying, "Shift, mate," to the leader.
The dragon turned his head towards me as if asking for my permission to do as Daniel said. So I acknowledged him with a small nod since I wanted to see his human form.
I watched as his scales receding and his broke, limbs and claws shortening, muzzle dissappearing.
He was six-eight blonde with neon blue eyes. He was sculpted like a Greek god, but unlike those statues he was extremely well-endowed. As soon as he opened his mouth, I snapped out of my trance.
"We need your help."
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Malicious Power (Menage) {Revising}
WerewolfI was shifting for the first time. I was in extreme pain. I knew it was painful, but I hadn't thought it would be this painful. My bones were breaking and resetting, fur growing on my skin. I howled in pain, the sound animalistic. I heard pounding a...
