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“That’s really Wyatt?” he signs.

“Yep, he’s a dragon shifter,” I say in awe.

“Keep back,” Officer Derren reminds us. “He won’t have much spatial awareness for a while.”

I take Milo’s hand, linking our fingers as we stare on. Wyatt is breathtaking in this form. I don’t think I’ve seen another dragon in his colours before. They’re rare anyway but most are greens or reds, the occasional blue. He looks like a flame in scales.

Zafihra moves away from our side and into the open. Wyatt eyes her curiously but lets her approach. I hope he can tell she is kin now and doesn’t barbeque her.

I don’t have to worry for long as she shifts, letting her smaller but still beautiful emerald dragon free. She’s much more poised, her wings remaining tucked tight and her tail curled around her body.

Watching the two majestic reptiles interact, I keep on edge in case it looks like it’s not going well. I have no idea what Zafihra is trying to do but she seems to be communicating with Wyatt. Their body languages shift in small movements, seeming to understand each other.

There are rumours that the Dragons hold the power of telepathy but none will either confirm or deny it. As a species they keep several things locked away from the rest of us.

Milo and I stand side by side for several minutes more, watching as Wyatt stretches and retracts his wings, and makes small steps before sitting on his haunches. He never seems to take his eyes off us fully.

Zafihra makes a rumbling sound deep in her throat and shifts back into her human form. A few seconds later, Wyatt shifts too, his human form sitting in the middle of the tarmac, the widest smile I’ve seen splitting his face in two.

A veil I hadn’t noticed drops from around us, whipping round I catch Hades recalling a shadow like wraith into his palm. He’d placed a protective barrier over Milo and me, maybe over us all. I hadn’t realised his powers extended to being dragon-fire proof, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.

Milo tugs me forward and I let him lead us up to Wyatt as he stands. Huge cheers erupt from the contestants as Wyatt takes in the attention.

“Did you see that?” he asks, sounding tired but also completely buzzed.

“Mmm-hmm,” I hum, finding myself chuckling as the high tension of the last half hour seeps from my body.

“I’m a fucking dragon!” Wyatt exclaims, his hands coming up to emphasise his excitement before he grabs each of us in turn and slams his lips to ours, causing my laughter to kick up a notch. Milo chuckles beside me, as Wyatt releases him, his face blushing crimson at the rather public display. But I can tell he’s happy for our exuberant Irishman.

“Yes, indeed you are,” Officer Derren joins us. “And you’ve got a decent level of control already. But we are going to need to practice a lot over the next few days, so make sure you eat plenty of protein and drink a lot of water. Shifting into such a big creature takes a lot of strength from your human form.” Wyatt absorbs all of her instructions and they set a lesson for the following morning.

And the excitement doesn’t end there, a few of the others experience their first shift over the next hour. A couple turn into Harpies, a few into panthers, and Khaos picks out another few who he says “have already connected to the magic essences,” whatever the fuck that means. Either way, they are to be witches and Seffy is beyond relieved when she’s included in his selection.

After some prompting, I get him to declare me as a witch too and so I’ll be joining those lessons tomorrow, whilst the ones with wings get to fly.

Milo stays quiet for the afternoon, not even signing much, despite mine and Wyatt’s many attempts to get him to join in with our conversation. He smiles and nods but is subdued and I wonder if he’s worried about whatever supernatural side he’s going to awaken as.

Chapter 33

Wyatt

Amother fucking dragon!

I can turn into a giant, fire breathing, bad as all fuck, dragon.

I can feel it under my skin, like it's prowling through my blood, like it’s getting acquainted with my body and settling into my bones.

The guards release us early, cancelling today's lectures after keeping us out in the courtyard into the afternoon to supervise the several contestants that immediately shifted.

And that works great for me because I need a room with a locked door stat, and both my boyfriend and my girlfriend locked in there with me.

As soon as we’re back to my room, I’m instantly hard and overcome with a feral need to touch them both. They’ve both been driving me wild for hours and we’ve barely brushed skin after I kissed them in the middle of the quad.

The door isn’t even closed when I grab Tacita, making her squeal in surprise. I lift her by her thighs and slam her into the closed wardrobe, my lips slamming down on hers and my tongue diving straight in. Thankfully, she gets the memo and wraps herself around me, even goes as far as grinding her core against my aching erection as I tongue fuck her throat and shove my hands under her top, the need to feel her skin a burning instinct I have zero control over.

“Wyatt,” Tacita pants as I move from her mouth to her jaw, laying kisses and nipping along the curve of it towards her ear. I bite down on the lobe causing her hips to jerk again.

“Need you,” I tell her. “I need you now.”