Chapter Seventy-Six
I knew when he left the lair on Friday that he was going to go search for his mate, just like I was. The only difference was despite the fact that had said he didn’t want a mate, we were dragons.
It was hardwired into us to need a mate. It didn’t matter if it was fated or chosen. We needed to find our mate or risk going feral. That was something that all shifters dealt with. The longer it took, the closer we were to losing control of our dragons.
Spencer had been walking that fine edge for a while now.
I had watched it when he would spar and train with the others in our thrall. How his movements became harsher, the way he rolled was so connected with his beast. It should have been beautiful to watch, even with how much I disliked him. There was no denying that when
