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"Why didn't you stop them?" I asked.
"Because they would have killed both of us. I swear if they had tried to hurt you, I would have stopped them. I'm just glad I was able to get to you first. Why didn't you shift? You would have had a better chance of defending yourself."
I shook my head. "I thought we were safer if they weren't sure that we were shifters."
"But you could have shifted and fought them off," Drako argued.
"I couldn't fight them off alone," I replied.
"Scar has always had a difficult time shifting. I've known her all my life and I have only seen her shift a couple of times." Grayson said with a shrug.
I glared at him, annoyed that he had chosen to share that information with Drako.
"I'm sorry," he said as he looked away from me.
I looked down at my hands, embarrassed by Grayson's words. Shifting was something I had struggled with as a child. My dragon was wild and difficult to train. Even my father saw me as weak because I was unable to control her.
"It doesn't matter," Drako said, trying to console me.
I shook my head again. "It does matter but that was a long time ago. I'm not the same person I was."
Grayson continued to avoid my gaze, still believing that I wouldn't be anything other than a hindrance in a fight.
"What do you mean?" Drako asked.
I looked up at him and saw sympathy in his eyes. "When I was younger, I never knew how to shift. I hated it. I couldn't control my dragon and she would take over whenever she felt threatened. As I grew older, I became stronger and learned how to control her. The last few years have been easy, but it took a lot of work to learn how to do it. Having to figure it all out on my own was even harder."
"So, what you're saying is that you are capable of shifting?"
I nodded my head. "Of course."
"So, if we get attacked, you will be able to defend yourself?"
I nodded my head again. "Yes."
"Good," he said, releasing my arms. "Now, please stop worrying and go to sleep. You both need your rest."
I gave him a quick hug before turning to Grayson.
He didn't say anything, making me wonder if calling Drako for help had been a good idea.
"Please try and relax," he said finally.
"Is it really necessary?" I grumbled.
With that, I climbed onto the bed and closed my eyes. I could hear Grayson moving behind me until I heard his voice besides mine. I opened my eyes slowly, seeing his silhouette against the light coming through the windows.
"Thank you," I whispered.
His breath caught slightly when I spoke to him. He moved closer to me and rested his hand on my shoulder. I leaned into his touch, enjoying the warmth of his skin against mine. I ran my fingers across the tattoo on his chest, tracing the lines of the design that covered his entire torso.
"What is this?" I asked.
"A dragon," he breathed, leaning forward to kiss the side of my neck.
"Who drew it?"
"Me."
