I pull into the driveway, gravel crunching under my boots as I step out of the car. A sudden, sharp scent fills the air—dragon. Why is there a dragon here? Panic surges in my chest as I rush toward the front door, my mind racing. My mate—where is she?
I burst through the door, searching every room in a frenzy. My heart pounds. She's gone. Someone took her. The crushing weight of it threatens to tear me apart.
I slowly ascend the stairs, the silence suffocating. When I reach the bedroom, I see it—marks on the carpet, scratches on the walls. She fought back. My girl, my brave girl.
The air is thick with the scent of a dragon. But this one... it reeks of royalty. Royalty? How did they know about my mate? Did someone betray us? Too many questions swirl in my mind, but no answers come.
I return to the living room. Everything is still, untouched. But the weight of it all presses down on me. My breath hitches, my vision blurs. My hands twist into claws, tearing into my skin, the pain grounding me. A fire burns within me—fury, grief, helplessness—and my eyes flare red with rage.
"I'll kill every one of you!" I scream, the sound raw and primal.
In a burst of flames, I erupt. Everything around me shatters—furniture splinters, glass explodes, and the house is consumed in a violent inferno. The deafening roar of destruction is all I hear.
As the flames die down, my legs buckle. Weakness overtakes me. I collapse to my knees, the darkness creeping at the edges of my vision.
"Ah, what do we have here?" a soft voice murmurs, almost tender, as a hand brushes against my face. The touch is delicate, as if I were fragile—too fragile to be left to this despair.
"It will be alright, child. You will get your mate back, I promise."