Easton types furiously on his phone, sending out a Hail Mary text. "If she can find anything out, she'll text me."
He draws in a deep breath, more frustrated than usual.
Running my hands down my face, this book is making my head hurt. All the needless deaths—if the council had a kill order on babies the year she was born.
"I swear, if I find out they killed those babies to find her..."
A deep rumbling growl escapes my lips, and it rumbles the interior of the house. My dragon wants to torch the council and burn their building to the ground.
Scales and bone plates shift and move under my skin. My dragon is fighting me for control. He wants out and is in a murderous rage.
I'm seeing red. My pulse thrums in my ears, and all I can feel is the desire to destroy.
Stepping away from the table, I feel as if my dragon is going to rip me apart.
Babies. Hatchlings. It doesn't matter what you call the innocent ones that died. They are the most precious ones to dragons. Hatchlings are worth more than all the treasures in the hoard.
Just as I reach for the doorknob—pushed by my dragon to seek vengeance for the lost children—lithe hands stop me.
Turning slowly, trying to keep myself from shifting, I see Feray looking up at me. Her eyes are wide, finally seeing my dragon's fury. Her eyes pulse with the power of her wolf.
"Diaval..."
Her voice resonates, sending ripples over my skin, getting my dragon's attention. A warmth moves over my flesh slowly, and my drake settles down. The rage simmering under the surfacemelts away with the smooth circles her thumb makes on the back of my hand.
"How?" I arch a brow, looking down at my beautiful mate.
"Because I love you..."
Smiling, she stands on her tiptoes and presses her pillowy lips against mine.
Her kiss is like a siren's song, and it settles something in my drake.
She's perfect...My dragon says haughtily, and I can imagine him arching an eye ridge and raising his head in defiance.
I return Feray's passionate kiss and run my fingers through her fiery tresses.
She is my kryptonite, my greatest treasure, and my life for eternity. Until now, I didn't know what love was.
Love is this little wolf in my arms.
Pressing my lips to her forehead, I remain there for several moments. The longer I remain in contact with her, the more my temper subsides.
"We havesomething to talk about, my eternal."
I lead her over to the table where the book is. Using my index finger, I draw Feray's attention to the names.
Feray's gasp and the shiver that moves through her makes me draw her closer.
"It says the baby died..." Her bottom lip quivers as she looks up at me.
Easton moves to her other side and places his hand on her lower back. "We believe they faked your death to hide you, since there were other baby deaths around the same time. We also suspect the council may have been involved. I've made a call to the hospital to find out if Blackmore had the same issue around the same time."
Easton pulls his phone out as it pings. His face hardens.
"Blackmore also had a mysterious die-off of pups at the same time."
His first-year med student gave us the answer that confirms the council was involved.
