The view of the alpha's castle was a black shadow against the nearly set sun, the sky over the sea smeared in vivid golds and burgundy. There was a dark shape in the sky, sailing into the wind. A dragon—the alpha, of course—flying home after unsettling us all. From this distance, he looked more like an irritating thorn in the landscape than the imposing and powerful figure he'd been in Lady Gertrude's salon. With one eye closed, I poised my fingers with his silhouette between them and then pinched them shut, imagining squishing him between my giant's grip. I snorted and turned away, searching
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