Enzo POV
The warmth from the rising sun woke me from my nightmare, a replay of Betty being taken away from me and not a thing I could do about it, making my frustration over the whole ordeal so much worse than before. I rolled out from under the wagon and stood up, stretching and hearing my bones c***k. I brushed off the dirt from my pants and headed to the cook's wagons. I was ready for a drink of water, my throat was so dry, I could do with a coffee, but that was something we wouldn’t have available. Until we finished crossing the plains, we didn’t want to start a fire. There is no wood around here anyway and we were not going to burden the horses with an unnecessary load and we were not flying away to find some, and it is not dignified to heat a pot using our dragon's breath. They made
