My responsibility.
But that’s bullshit.
They’re family.
Somehow, without my permission, those feral fuckers became my Clan.
And now I have something else to worry about.
Because the more we learn about Gia and Gabriella, their Omegas, their bloodlines, and the strange magic tying all of this together, the more restless my Dragon becomes.
Something is coming.
I can feel it.
He is coming.
I don't know when.
I don't know how.
But I know what happens when powerful males discover you possess something valuable.
They try to take it.
And if anyone comes for the people under my protection?
They’ll learn exactly why Dragons have been feared since the beginning of fucking time.
Which is why I should be home right now.
Patrolling my mountain.
Protecting my treasure.
Putting some fucking distance between myself and everyone else before my instincts get any more tangled up in theirs.
Isolation has always worked for me.
Distance keeps everyone safe.
Instead?
Here I fucking am.
Flying a search pattern over miles of wilderness looking for Gia’s missing sister.
Valerie Anatoly has officially gone AWOL.
Not that the little Dryad hasn't had reason.
She’s been moving around, covering her tracks and doing everything she can to throw the remnants of the Greener Earth Coven off her trail.
Smart female.
Annoying as fuck.
But smart.