Ryan

Open mouth. Call forth flame.

What the hell?

I had turned from a snarling, mindless dragon into my wolf.

“Now we can fight for Lyra on an equal playing field,” said the large silver wolf through a mind-link.

I didn’t have time to wonder how I switched from dragon to wolf or that this outsider could mind-link with me. All I knew was that he wanted Lyra, and from the pheromones coming off him, it was more than for a friendly chat over ...