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Watching her come for him in the middle of the woods had been the most incredible experience of his life. She’d fallen apart so easily. She’d come just for him, and he love
d that.
Yes, something had changed deep inside of him.
Something incredible had happened.
He’d felt hot and like he was burning up, and then he’d changed. He hadn’t felt it happening. Not really. It hadn’t hurt, and he hadn’t controlled it.
Now, he had more questions than answers, but he was silent as he landed at the castle and looked up at the building. It was hard to believe that it was only six months ago that he killed the bitch who lived here.
Six months ago, Felix had taken this place by storm. Ursula’s magical energy stores had been completely depleted – apparently, from killing Tabitha’s family – and he’d taken advantage of that.
Now, as he walked through the castle halls in his dragon form, he dragged his talon across the walls. He cut the stone, marking it with long, thick lines. He tore the paintings. He destroyed furniture.
He caused damage.
He made a ruckus.
He didn’t give a shit.
This was where he’d been hurt.
This was the place where he’d been tortured. It was the place where his dreams had turned into nightmares, and it was the place where he’d finally found freedom to be himself.
Well, almost.
He’d almost found freedom.
Felix found a room he remembered well: one Ursula had used to entertain guests. He took a deep breath and then started throwing things. First, he tossed a chair. Then another. He grabbed a cabinet that held important dishes, and he tossed it to the ground where it spilled open.
All of the dishes cracked, broke, and shattered.
He didn’t care.
He kept going.
The next room held books, and he left that one alone. Although he hated what Ursula had done, the truth was that he didn’t hate books. He’d simply never been allowed to use or read them. Maybe one day he’d find answers in this room, so he left it unharmed.
Then he went into the kitchen. There were more dishes and more things that could easily break, so he started grabbing things and throwing them, tossing them from side to side.
That’s it, the dragon egged him on. Let it all out.
Felix did.
Years of pent-up anger and frustration poured out of him. He yelled, hollering. His voice sounded different in his dragon form, and he couldn’t speak any sort of human language, but he could be loud, and he was. He was as loud as he possibly could be.
When he was done marching from room to room, tearing things up, Felix went back outside and sat down in his dragon form. Sitting felt awkward and strange, but he was suddenly very, very tired, and the sitting felt necessary.
That was fun, the dragon said to him.
Yeah, fun. Felix wasn’t so sure about that. He had a question, though. Does every shifter talk to their dragon like this?
There was a pause.
There was a long, crazy pause, and then the dragon spoke to him once more. The dragon didn’t appear like a voice. It was more like...a feeling that he could totally, wholly understand.
No, the dragon finally answered. Not everyone feels the need to talk to their dragon. Not like you and I are talking. Some people only communicate with their dragons when they are in danger. Others never speak to their dragons at all.
