Eliza
The dragon that is carrying me in its talons has no wings and holds the body of a serpent in its design. Long wisps sit underneath its nose, like a mustache, and its body radiates dark energy. Each scale is jet-black and menacingly ominous.
"Hey, dragon!" I try to shout between my sobs. The winds are cold, and I'm shivering like crazy. "Why haven't you killed me yet? Just do it!"
Large red eyes zero in on mine, and like a lizard's, they close from the bottom up as the creature studies me. At first, I think it might be considering eating me, but then it releases a series of screeches, and I look down below.
Underneath us is the border to Pagos, and I see my grandmother's army of werewolves standing beside it. They can't venture into another Alpha's territory without permission. It
