It couldn’t have been more than a few hours since I had left Fallon’s territory. The desire to find a mate became too hard to fight after being surrounded by happy couples. Not to mention the bitterness I felt watching Fallon, a much younger dragon, find everything I had hoped for right in front of me. True mates were so rare it wasn’t unheard of to go a thousand years without finding one. Yet the whelp had barely earned his fire and immediately stumbled upon his mate, Cinnamon. I was happy for them both. Somewhere deep down, past all the unyielding envy. They had saved me and the rest of the
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