*Axureon*

I hovered over the parchment. Each name etched in ink was another who had vowed to join our cause—Saoirse’s cause. In my mind, I saw flashes of fire and smoke, imagining their greatness even as I mourned the loss of my mate. I lived centuries without her and only had moments with her again. This Shylah was not the fierce, noble dragon warrior I had loved.

"Are they enough?" Saphira's voice was a whisper, her voice cutting through the ...