It's been two months since the day in the meadow. The day I fell even more in love with my dragon. I know he's ashamed that I watched him break down. I also know it's the best thing he could ever do for himself. He holds so much pain inside.

And speaking of inside. My wolf remains silent. She hasn't poked her wild impulses into me once during the past two months. I can shift, but it takes an extra bit of concentration and it no longer feels as natural. I'm beyond worried and ...