Flavia had cautioned her numerous times before about the varied temperaments of the Dragons, and that she had to be wise on dealing whenever these intense emotions overpower them. Because of being unable to control themselves, chances of their shifting are high and seriously troubling. Perhaps that is what had happened to Evadne. Consumed with such uncontrollable emotions that she could not help but to shift from her winged form in order to protect herself—though the state of the woman now was the exact opposite of what she might have wanted for herself.
There was no sunlight seeping through, just torches that scattered around, but it was enough for her to see the wounds on the Dragon. The smell of blood, pungent on her nose, was making her stomach twist with worry but also with need. She
