After a moment, the dragon before me transforms. It shrinks down, until it’s taken the form of a man. He’s strong, muscles large. His skin is peach, and his hair is long and gray. His face is hidden behind a bushy beard, but what I can see is sharp and stern.

He furrows his thick brows, his eyes nearly disappearing beneath them. He turns to look at Eurus and Zephyr, and in a deep, gruff voice he says, “Bring him in.”

They pick Dominik up, carrying his body ...