The dragon forms of Dominik, Zephyr, and Kam stand before me, meters taller than me. Around their necks are thick iron collars. As they stare down at me, I see only a faint glimmer of recognition in their eyes.

“Dominik!” I shout, trying to stop him. The Commander laughs behind me.

“They belong to me now,” he says. He then pushes me forward, knocking me to my knees, and snaps his fingers. “Dispose of her.”

Zephyr is the first to react, ...