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Veronica shook my shoulders hard, and I managed to open my eyes. I was bleeding out. I could feel it. The blood gushing from my wound, draining my life force.
I was so cold, my leg throbbing with agony.
“Iain!” She screamed in my face, then she slapped me. Hard.
The pain was horrible but woke up my shifter. She was mad at me. My mate was angry.
“Get up!” she screamed. “Shift! Now!”
Then she grabbed my face and kissed me, hard. Her lips on mine were from a dream, but then she was gone and the coldness of her loss blasted me in the face.
“You will not die on me. You got that?” she whispered. “Now... fly with me.”
She ran, up the stones and away from me. I saw her transform in the darkness and fly away.
My dragon shifter rose up inside me faster than ever before. My wings sprouted and my body changed, the pain in my leg dulling down to a basic thud as my dragon took over my humanity.
I could see everything now, my night vision kicking in. I roared, pain beginning to build inside my body as my shifter fought the injuries.
Fly. I heard Veronica’s voice in my head. Fly.
I staggered up the steps, up the hole my family had made for me to get out of.
My claws gripped the cold dirt as I panted for breath. I was seeing stars, but not the ones in the night. I was going to pass out again.
A roar above my head made me look up. It was Veronica, her wings flapping hard, keeping her in place. She roared again, icy fire blasting through the nights sky.
God, she’s magnificent.
She was calling to me and my dragon needed her, more than his next breath.
I jumped off the rock I stood on, launching into the sky, and followed my fated mate home.
Chapter 4.
VERONICA.
My heart pounded in my chest as though it was racing to its last beat. Iain was standing on the ground, unmoving. He’d managed to shift, but I wasn’t sure he was going to make it.
I need to fly back down and help him.
But even as I thought the words, Iain looked up at me, his eyes blazing in the darkness of the night.
Then he was flying up, toward me. Happiness filled my heart and I started to fly home, in the direction of the Winter Palace.
Iain was slow, but he wasn’t far behind me. I flew just fast enough that he could see me, but I wanted to give him something to aim for so I stayed just out of his reach.
When I landed on the doorstep of our castle, I shifted back quickly and pulled open the front door, yelling. “We need help. Bring supplies!”
Waiting servants rushed forward with a cloak for me and I wrapped it around my body. Fuck, I was freezing! Again!
Uncle Stavrok and Anselm came running toward the front entrance, barely dressed, but at least they were wearing pants.
A dragon roar met my ears and I turned on the top step to see Iain flying in fast, but he was too low.
I started waving my arms, signaling at him to land near us.
He tried to comply, but he was clearly struggling. His dragon dropped out of the sky, landing badly about a hundred feet down the path, rolling over and over in the snow and ice and coming to a halt in a flurry of white.
