The summons came at 3:33 a.m., etched in living fire on Harold’s bedroom ceiling.

DRVN-01. RETURN. OR THEY ALL BURN."

The letters dripped like molten gold, searing the paint, then vanished.

Harold was already moving (human feet hitting cold floor, dragon instincts roaring awake). The silver scars across his chest flared white-hot (the third ribbon tightening like a noose).

Reed met him in the hallway, eyes wild, dragon-stone scars glowing in ...