Chapter 1
Mine. The deep, gravelly voice of the beast reverberated through the air
and ripped through Rena’s mind, with terrifying force. Mine. Mine.
Mine.
The ferocious, ear-splitting roars of the winged monsters rumbled
through the forest and the earth trembled as the vicious battle raged
on. The nightmare had persisted for months, and even though she was all
too familiar with how it would play out, it continued to horrify her.
Frightened and exhausted, Rena McHale crouched behind the trunk of the
towering pine tree and prayed they wouldn’t see her this time. Her heart
thundered in her chest, and she pressed her hands against her ears,
attempting to drown out the stomach-churning bellows of the monsters.
Sweat trickled down her back, and she kept her eyes squeezed shut,
trying to slow her breathing. She had been here countless times before,
and though the nightmare was always the same, Rena prayed this time
would be different.
It wouldn’t be. They would find her and they would kill her. She would
wake up, terrified and drowning in pain, seconds after being swallowed
by a sea of agonizing flames.
Wicked heat flashed behind her and seared her shoulder. She bit her lip
and swallowed the scream, but she didn’t move from her hiding spot. The
snarls and sharp sounds of gnashing teeth had gotten closer. Dirt,
leaves, and bits of rock rained over her as an enormous clawed foot
skidded past as one beast slammed into the other. Shrieks of fury filled
the forest and the sound was more than she could bear because Rena knew
what would come next. There would be nothing except excruciating pain
while she burned alive.
“Not again,” she whimpered. “Shit, not again.”
The monster scrambled to its feet, and Rena opened her eyes in time to
see its long spiked tail whip past. She yelped as the weapon-like
appendage slammed into the tree above her head, and bits of bark
showered down, stinging her skin.
“No more! Stop it!” The words ripped from her lungs in scream after
scream, and she shut her eyes, not wanting to see the fire this time.
“Go away and leave me alone! I want to wake up. Help! Someone, please
help me! I can’t take it anymore.”
Rena didn’t know how long she sat there, screaming the words over and
over again. She fully expected the fire to claim her as it had every
time before. But this time, the flames didn’t come.
Exquisite silence filled the air, and other than the sound of her own
breathing, Rena heard nothing. The earth no longer trembled, there was
no more snarling or growling, and instead of fire, a cool mist drifted
over her bare arms like a soothing blanket. Though her heart still beat
wildly against her rib cage, Rena finally found the courage to open her
eyes. The woods were now bathed in golden rays of sunlight, and a white
fog rolled low along the ground, covering any evidence of the
destructive battle that had been raging only moments ago.
With trembling hands, Rena pushed her stiff body off the ground and
stood on shaky legs. She brushed leaves and dirt off the back of her
pajama pants and her tank top, the outfit she had gone to sleep in that
night. She gripped the tree trunk, the bark rough beneath her palms, and
looked around warily, half expecting the beasts to spring out at her
from between the trees, but she was alone.
“That’s it?” Her voice shook and sounded odd as it broke the silence.
“All I had to do was have a crybaby fit to make those two assholes
vanish?”
The words were barely out of her mouth when the earth shook with the familiar thunderous footsteps of the monsters.
“Oh great,” Rena whispered. She pressed her back against the tree before
peering around the trunk in search of the threat. Another tremor
rattled the ground and the tree branches wavered above as her heartbeat
picked up. “Wake up, girl. Come on. Wake the hell up.”
Run. The man’s voice, a deep, gritty baritone, whispered around Rena out
of nowhere, making her go completely still. This was new. Right now.
You can’t let him find you. Not like this. He won’t understand.
Her eyes flicked open, and she scanned the dark, misty woods for the source of the voice. “Who won’t understand what?”
As far as she could see, there was no one there but her. Rena gasped as
another tremor rocked the earth so hard she almost lost her footing. It
was getting closer.
Now! His voice, filled with urgency and a hint of impatience, seemed to
come from nowhere and yet he was everywhere. Run, woman. Move!
Another tremor. Stronger now. Dangerously close.
“Where the hell am I supposed to run?” Rena asked in a shaky whisper.
“This is a nightmare, and there’s no place to run to, unless I wake up.
Which I would love to do, by the way.”
A brilliant crimson light flashed past the trees to her left, like a mirror glinting in the sun, and that’s when she felt it.
The spirit stream.
The warm, soothing strand pulsed and wiggled through the air before
sliding beneath her skin like ribbons of silk. Rena sighed at the
pleasurable sensation as it seeped into her chest.
Moments later, she detected the source. It was coming from the red light
flashing in the distance, calling her to safety like a siren.
Spirit streams, a term she had come up with years ago to describe the
unusual phenomenon, were like an invisible trail of bread crumbs only
Rena could see and feel. She had no idea why or how she was able to
sense them, but she had never been more grateful for the gift than right
that second.
Ever since Rena could remember, she had been able to detect the
invisible trail left behind by all living creatures. She could find any
person on the planet by simply connecting with their spirit streams. She
had never found one in a dream before because she had to touch an
object the other person had held in order to connect.
But then again, this was no regular dream. More like a recurring nightmare.
Move your ass! The man’s voice was louder this time and rife with impatience. Unless you enjoy getting fried like a chicken?
“Bossy and sarcastic?” Rena glanced over her shoulder as another tremor hit. “What a charming combination.”
Rena ran as fast as she could toward the otherworldly red light, her
arms pumping with the effort. She ducked beneath a low-hanging branch
but stumbled when the ground shuddered again beneath her feet. She
regained her footing and an earsplitting roar filled the air but Rena
didn’t look back. Fear gripped her by the throat and her heart
threatened to beat right out of her chest, but she kept running toward
the light.
If she followed the spirit stream, it would lead her to safety. She
didn’t know how she knew that; she simply did. Deep in her gut, she was
confident whoever was talking to her was inherently good. Spirit streams
didn’t lie because they possessed the essence of the person they
belonged to.
Good or evil, the truth was revealed every time.
A wave of heat flashed over her back as the deafening sound of the
beast’s footsteps grew nearer still. Leaves crunched and branches
cracked loudly as the monster tore through the woods, giving chase. With
one final push, Rena broke through the tangle of branches and found
what looked like a dead end. A rocky wall blocked her path, but the
spirit stream drifted to the right and Rena followed it, even though it
seemed to be going nowhere.
When she rounded the side of the mountain, she discovered a small
opening in the rocks, and the crimson light flashed from within. With
the beast bearing down, there was no time to ask questions. She dropped
to her knees and crawled into the narrow space, inching along on her
belly. Rocks and dirt scraped at her, but she kept moving toward the
light, which glowed brighter and larger.
With sweat dripping into her eyes and panic creeping in, Rena finally
came to the other end of the narrow tunnel, and what she found left her
speechless. It emptied into an enormous cave with a glittering pool of
bright-blue water lit from beneath. She climbed down the sloped, rocky
wall carefully, and when she finally reached the bottom, she looked
around in awe. The sheer size of the underground chamber and the
serenity of the space was enough to leave her humbled, but it was what
was buried inside the wall that left her speechless.
Curled up in a fetal position, behind layers of translucent quartz and
stone, was one of the beasts that had been haunting her nightmares. Rena
let out a shuddering breath and moved closer to the crystalline
surface. The creature was as beautiful as it was terrifying. A prism of
crimson and gold glinted behind the frosted wall in a breathtaking
kaleidoscope pattern.
“Whoa. That is so cool. I’ve never seen one when it wasn’t trying to kill me. What is it? It looks kind of like a—”
She reached out to touch it.
Don’t! The man’s voice echoed through the cavernous space. Not in the dreamrealm.
Rena dropped her arm to her side and spun around, scanning the mammoth cave for any sign of her new friend.
You must go to him and find the others like yourself. The Amoveo can
help you…and him. He must be awakened in the earthly plane by his mate.
It’s the only way to break the curse, and we are almost out of time. If
you don’t reach him by All Hallows’ Eve, he will be trapped here
forever.
“Okay, first of all, what curse and who are the Amoveo?” Rena said
slowly. “Second, there are no others like me. Trust me. I’m a total
freak. Just ask any of the foster families I lived with and they’ll
confirm it.”
Silence.
“Hello?” Rena settled her hands on her hips and looked around. “Yo!
Mister? You still here? And what’s this business about a mate?”
You don’t know about the Amoveo? His voice was thick with surprise and a fair amount of confusion. How is that possible?
“Please,” Rena scoffed and swept her arms in big circle. “This fits
right in with the rest of my weird-ass life. Listen, I appreciate you
saving my ass back there and everything, even though this is only a
dream. albeit a really weird dream, but what’s with the monster in the
rocks? Why have those two assholes been killing me night after night and
who must I go to?” She settled her hands on her hips again and arched
one eyebrow. “And while we’re at it, who the hell are you?”
Silence, heavy and thick, filled the cave once again and Rena practically choked on it.
I’ve never encountered one like you before.
His voice and spirit stream bounced off the nooks and crannies of the rocks, effectively masking his location. Another first.
“Yeah? Well, I’ve never been interrogated in my own dream before. I call us even.”
What’s your name?
She answered the ludicrous question. “Rena McHale.” This dream was her
subconscious. Why would she ask herself her own name? “Why? What’s
yours?”
Pick up the stone.
“That’s a weird name,” she deadpanned.
Pick it up! We don’t have time to waste. Not anymore.
His voice boomed louder, from behind her this time. Rena spun around and
spotted a jagged piece of red quartz perched precariously on a rocky
outcropping along the wall. About the size of a large egg, it glowed
from within, like the water in the pool. Rena let out a slow breath and
ran both hands through her short brown hair before lacing her fingers
behind her head.
“Does this have to do with that curse you mentioned?” she shouted to the
empty cave. “I’m not buying what you’re selling, dude. I have enough
problems without getting involved with some weird curse.”
Pick it up. Now! It’s the only way.
“It’s a good thing you’re a disembodied voice and not a real live guy.”
Rena dropped her hands to her side and cautiously approached the stone.
“I’d have to deck you for being so damn bossy.”
Please. He dragged out the word as though it was painful for him to ask her nicely. Pick up the stone.
“Jeez.” Rena rolled her eyes before scooping it up. “Fine.”
The instant the quartz touched her fingers, the cave erupted in an
explosion of light. Another spirit stream that was almost identical to
the other but far weaker in strength whispered beneath her flesh. Rena
sucked in a shuddering breath and wanted to open her eyes but couldn’t.
They were heavy with sleep.
As darkness closed in, the man whispered, You are his only hope.
***
Zander Lorens rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he reached around
blindly for the cell phone that was somewhere next to his sleeping bag.
Early morning sunlight streamed in through the vents of his tent, and he
squinted against it while swearing under his breath. The dream was
still fresh and the woman’s face securely imprinted on his mind, to say
nothing of her energy signature.
For the first time in five centuries, Zander had hope that the curse could be broken.
When his fingers curled around the smooth, familiar device, he snatched
it and sat up. Bleary-eyed, he scrolled through the screen, looking for
the old witch’s phone number. It was one of the only
non-business-related contacts he had in there. Referring to Isadora as a
friend was probably a stretch, especially since it was one of her
sisters who had cursed him and his brother all those years ago.
Over the years, in spite of the history between their families, she had
become a trusted acquaintance. Hell, she was a powerful old broad, and
if she wanted to hurt Zander, she could have done it a hundred times
over. Complicated past aside, Isadora was his only surviving connection
to the supernatural world.
Zander had no other options.
The early morning chill of the surrounding mountains crept in, but
Zander barely felt it. Excitement and a healthy dose of nerves had his
blood humming. He pressed the phone to his ear and unzipped his tent.
Sucking in a deep breath of crisp morning air, he stepped out, uncaring
of his nakedness. There was nobody there to see it other than the forest
creatures, and since he wasn’t exactly Snow White, they wouldn’t be
paying him any mind.
After six or seven rings, Isadora finally picked up.
“You better have a damned good reason for calling an old woman at this hour,” she croaked. “The sun is barely up.”
“I found her.” Zander tried to keep his voice even and his eagerness at
bay, but it was no use. “Last night. In the dreamrealm. Arianna was
gone, and a woman I have never seen before had taken her place. She
was—”
“Hold on a damn minute,” she rasped. “Slow down.”
“Zed spoke, Isadora. He actually spoke.” He let out a short laugh of
disbelief and pushed his shaggy, dark hair off his face while staring at
the rising sun. “The voice was more beast than man, but he uttered the
same word over and over again as soon as he saw her: mine. Don’t you
see? The woman in the dreamrealm, whoever she is, has to be Zed’s mate.”
When the old witch didn’t respond, Zander thought the connection had
been lost. He pulled the phone away and checked, but he had plenty of
bars. He growled with frustration and put it back to his ear, but two
seconds later, a crackling sound erupted behind him.
Zander spun around to see the old woman standing there, a cloud of
purple smoke disappearing around her in the early morning light. Her
long, straight, salt-and-pepper hair hung to her waist, and her tanned,
wrinkled face was covered with a mischievous smile. Those dark eyes of
her twinkled wickedly as they flicked over his naked body, lingering
longer than he’d like on his dick.
“I thought we should talk in person,” she said with a wink. Isadora
pointed one crooked finger at his crotch before leaning both hands on
her tall walking stick. “You better cover up, or I’m going to get the
wrong idea.”
“I’m too old to go diving behind a tree.”
Zander hit End on the phone and strode toward the tent as her cackling
laughter filled the air. Nudity wasn’t a big deal for the members of his
race. Shit. After five hundred years on earth, trapped in his human
form, nothing was a big deal anymore.
“And I’m too old to take advantage of the situation,” she snickered. “In
this body, anyhow. Now, if I had used my younger-self potion before my
travelin’ potion, we wouldn’t be doing very much talking, if you know
what I’m gettin’ at.”
“I have an idea.” Zander threw his cell phone in the tent and grabbed
his jeans, trying not to imagine what the old woman looked like under
her long robe-like dress. “You know, we could have continued this
conversation on the phone.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” She leaned on her cane and gave him a sly
smile as he pulled his pants up. “’Sides, given everythin’ you were
goin’ on about, we need to be real clear about what comes next. Best to
have this talk in person.”
Zander nodded his agreement and settled both hands on his hips as he
studied the ancient witch woman closely. Her energy signature, like most
supernatural creatures, was far stronger than a human’s. It was the
spiritual fingerprint each individual possessed. After Zander had been
cursed, being able to detect those powerful streams of energy was the
only gift he had left.
Well, that and being immortal. But as far as he was concerned,
immortality wasn’t any damn gift he’d ever wanted. At least, not like
this.
“Now, let’s get back to business.” Isadora thumped her walking stick
into the ground with her gnarled hands. “You think you may have found a
way to break my sister’s curse? I thought the only way to get rid of it
was for one of you boys to commit an act of pure, unselfish love?”
“Since Zed has been trapped in hibernation in his dragon form for the past five centuries, it cut our odds in half.”
“Fair point.” She let out a groan as she settled her round backside on a
tree stump next to Zander’s makeshift fire pit. “But you’re still here.
Why ain’t you been able to get rid of the curse? Ain’t you done any
good deeds in the last half a millennium?”
“What a load of crap that turned out to be,” Zander scoffed under his
breath. “I’ve spent the last five centuries doing good deeds and random
acts of kindness all over the globe and not a damn one worked. Do you
have any idea how many cats and drowning kids I’ve saved?”
“Nope.”
“Well, it’s a lot. Shit,” he huffed. “I’ve lost count. I’ve fought in
wars for the greater good, built homes for the downtrodden, and bought
groceries for strangers. I’ve tossed countless coins into paper cups
that were clutched in the hands of homeless men, women, and children.
Nothing has made a difference. The curse has remained in place. Zed is
stuck in the dreamrealm and I’m…here.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “You and your twin brother got screwed.”
“He got it worse than me,” Zander said quietly. “Zed has been
languishing in the dreamrealm. Night after night, we relive that
fight—the one that changed everything. I’ve tried to reason with him,
but he stopped hearing me long ago. He’s…tortured.”
“Grief and regret will do that.”
“He’s been reduced to his most savage state. The man is gone and only the beast remains.”
“Right, I know all that,” she said with waning patience. “So what makes you think this woman is the key to breaking the curse?”
“He saw her, Isadora,” Zander said with a smile. “And he spoke. I can’t
tell you the last time he did that. It was only one word, but it was a
damn good one.”
“Mine,” Isadora said quietly. Worry edged the wrinkles around her eyes.
“So you’re tellin’ me that you think this woman in the dreamrealm is
Zed’s mate?”
“Zed sure as hell thought she was. Besides, why else would some random woman land in there with us?”
“Why do you think—”
“She’s Amoveo,” Zander said quietly.
Isadora’s eyes widened, and she nodded slowly as an expression of
understanding washed over her. The Amoveo, an ancient race of
shapeshifters similar to the Dragon Clan in many ways, found their mates
in the dreamrealm. Once they connected there, they could find each
other in the physical plane.
“She’s a shifter. Like you were.”
“No.” Zander’s jaw clenched. “The dragons were cousins of the Amoveo. We aren’t the same.”
“Pfft.” She rolled her eyes. “That’s what you call semantics. The Dragon
Clan was considered the eleventh clan of the Amoveo by most
everyone—except the dragons. Which of the ten Amoveo clans is she
descended from?”
“From the Fox Clan, I think.”
“Like someone else we knew.” Isadora sniffed. “Seems a little too coincidental for me.”
Zander pretended to ignore that last comment.
“Her name is Rena McHale, but I don’t think she’s a pureblood. If she
was, she would know what she is because she would have gone through her
first shapeshifting episode during puberty, like all of the Amoveo do.
There’s no way she knows there’s Amoveo blood in her veins, which is
going to make this a hell of a lot more difficult. I had no idea the
Amoveo could even breed with humans.”
“Most of ’em don’t know what they are,” Isadora said flatly. “Comes as quite a shock to ’em.”
Zander stilled.
“You mean there are more like her? Part human and part Amoveo?”
“Yes, sir. Prince Richard has had his men out looking for ’em and bringin’ ’em back to his ranch, over in Montana.”
An image of Zed in his hibernation cocoon flashed into his mind. His
twin brother was deep beneath the earth, where no one would find him.
Humans rarely ventured that far under the ground, and other than Zander
and Isadora, nobody even knew Zed was there.
“They still occupy that land? I thought for sure they would have sold it off over the years.”
“You didn’t sell yours,” she said, referring to his property in West Yellowstone.
“It’s all I have left of my clan.”
“Maybe they feel the same. You aren’t so different after all.” She
shrugged her narrow shoulders and waved one hand. “Richard and Salinda’s
place is more of a compound, really. They had themselves some trouble
over the past few years. Purist Amoveo caused a ruckus. Guess they were
none too pleased about these hybrids popping up. The Council has been
dissolved and—”
“You’re not serious.”
The Council was the Amoveo’s governing body and was comprised of two
members from each of the ten clans. Eons ago, long before Zander and Zed
were born, the Dragons had even been a part of it. He couldn’t imagine
the kind of chaos that must have ensued with the dissolution of the
Council.
“Deadly so, I’m afraid. There were assassination attempts. Nasty
business. I ain’t seen the ten Amoveo clans fight among themselves like
that since…well…since that business with you and your brother and that
Fox Clan girl.”
“That was a long time ago, and this woman, whoever she is, isn’t Arianna but she is Zed’s mate.”
“Or yours,” Isadora whispered.
“No,” he said adamantly. “I’m not letting that happen again. She’s meant for Zed.”
“Who she’s meant for ain’t up to you, now is it?”
“This woman is his only hope.”
Zander grabbed two large, thick branches and snapped them in half, using
his pent-up frustration to do it. Silence settled between them as
Zander squatted down and arranged some sticks in the fire pit. He
stuffed some newspaper underneath before lighting it up.
“’Bout time,” she groused. “It’s colder than a witch’s tit out here.”
Zander let out a huff of laughter at her silly comment and shook his
head before sitting beside the fire. Isadora always did have a way of
diffusing tense situations. He pulled his knees up and settled his arms
over them as the heat washed over the bare flesh of his chest. The
crackle of the wood as it was consumed by the flames filled the air,
instantly putting him at ease.
For most people, the power of fire was frightening, but it made Zander feel at home.
“You miss it, don’t you?” she asked, her voice pulling him from his memories. “The dragon.”
“Embracing my dragon again is all I’ve wanted, and ironically, it’s the
very thing that’s tormenting Zed.” He tossed another branch on the fire,
sending sparks into the air. “If I can get this woman to the cave where
Zed is hibernating and give her a spirit stone from our tribal land,
she might be able to use it to wake him up.”
“That’s a big might,” Isadora said firmly. “Boy, you got nothin’ but maybes and could bes.”
“Yeah. That’s about all I’ve got and we’re running out of time. This Saturday is—”
“Oh hell.” She tapped her cane on the ground and pursed her lips. “It’s All Hallows’ Eve, ain’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Damn,” she said with a sigh. “Those five hundred years surely did fly right on by.”
Zed let out a bitter laugh.
The past several centuries had felt more like millennia as far as he was
concerned. However, he clamped down on his moment of self-pity and
reminded himself that nothing he went through could compare to Zed’s
painful existence.
“That’s why I need your help. If we don’t break the curse before sunset
on Saturday, then it will never be over, and Zed will be trapped there.
Forever. Tormented. Alone. I can’t live with that, and thanks to your
sister’s curse, I can’t even put myself out of my own misery.” He sighed
wearily. “Living forever sucks…at least living like this.”
He turned his gaze to hers and threw a prayer to the universe that she
would take pity on him. The old woman, her long white-and-brown robe
draped over her thin form, stared into the fire but said nothing. He
sensed she was weighing her options.
“Please, Isadora. Put me in touch with the prince or one of his people.
I’ve got to get on that property. You and I both know that I can’t just
walk up to the gates. And I can’t try and sneak on because they’ll sense
my presence. You know I’m right.”
“Can’t say you’re wrong.” A look of understanding flickered over her
weathered face, and she nodded. “But if you had an Amoveo hybrid with
you…one looking for sanctuary…”
“We kill two birds with one stone: Rena can connect with her people, and I have a chance to free my brother.”
“Seems more complicated than you’re makin’ it.”
Zander let out a beleaguered sigh.
“Can you help me or not?”
“Yes.”
She pushed herself to her feet, using her cane for support. Zander
hopped up before going around the fire and scooping the tiny old witch
up in a big hug. Her frail, five-foot-tall frame was easily engulfed by
his far larger one.
“My sister was a troublemaker and always sellin’ her magic to the
highest bidder. It ain’t right, and if she weren’t already dead, I’d
have a mind to kill her myself. It’s witches like her that gave all of
us a bad rap. I swear. The fairies are a bunch of troublemakers and
we’re the ones who look bad in the human stories. Ain’t right, I tell
ya.”
“Thank you, Isadora.”
He set her down and planted a kiss on her soft cheek as his gratitude swelled.
“All right, now.” Her wrinkled cheeks pinkened, and she patted him on
the arm. “Better be careful with all that kissin’ on me. We may be about
the same age, but my body ain’t weathered the years as well as yours.”
Her brow furrowed and her smile faltered as her gaze skittered over his
bare chest. She tapped one of several scars on his torso with a gnarled
fingertip and made a tsking sound.
“I guess you aren’t exactly unscathed, are you?”
“No, ma’am.” Zander pressed both hands to his chest and stepped back
before extending his arms wide. “But thanks to your sister, I am
indestructible.”
“And handsome as ever.” She pulled a small glass bottle from one of the
folds in her robe and flipped the cork out with her thumb. “Better stand
back, boy.”
Zander did as she said and put a healthy distance between them.
“I’ll get a message to the Amoveo. If I had to venture a guess, you’ll
be gettin’ a call from a Dante Coltari. He’s the one been wranglin’ the
hybrids to the ranch, but that’s all I can do for you. After that,
you’re on your own. I don’t like to meddle where I don’t have to.”
Zander arched one dark eyebrow at her and she shrugged.
“Yeah, that ain’t true. I love messin’ with people. Keeps my mind and magic sharp.”
She was about to swallow her potion, but Zander held up one hand, stopping her.
“Don’t give them my real name. Tell them—”
“Won’t matter. Trust me.”
“Isadora,” he began, “I hardly think they’ll welcome a dragon to their
property. Even before my people were extinct, we were the outcasts. Some
of the Amoveo even helped the human dragon slayers hunt us into
oblivion, Arianna’s father for one.”
Anger surged at the painful memories, but he stuffed it back down.
Better to save it for another day. If he was going to have to deal with a
ranch full of Amoveo, he would need all of his strength. In his
experience, rage was one hell of a weapon.
“Yeah,” she snorted. “But you ain’t a dragon no more. The dragons are
all gone and only exist in human fairy tales and folklore…for the most
part.”
Before he could protest further, Isadora swallowed her potion and
vanished in a cloud of purple smoke. As the haze of her departure
dissipated, Zander’s thoughts went to the woman from the dreamrealm.
If she didn’t know who and what she really was, how the hell was Zander
going to tell her about him and his brother? Or that she was Zed’s
intended mate?
What a shit show.
Yep. He was fucked. Again.
All he knew was her name and where she was located. Though the curse had
stripped him of virtually all of his Dragon Clan abilities, he was
still able to identify her unique energy pattern—and it showed him
exactly where she was.
He wasted no time. Zander packed up his tent and backpack, and pointed his Harley in the right direction.
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