I was frustrated, to say the least. I paced, back and forth, trying my best to keep my fury in check. There was only one woman in the room with me, and I could tell she was frightened by my anger. She was surprised by it, probably because she didn’t know I was a dragon. Well, maybe, was I a dragon? I was half-dragon, and half shifter. Was it possible I’ll be a dragon when I shift? There was so much speculation that I’d shift into whatever I’m close to when I turn eighteen, and if that’s true then I’ll definitely be a dragon. Not just counting the fact that I’ll be around them for a whole week before I shift, but also the fact that Jem has been in my room almost every night since I was nine trying to kill me. Jem! A dragon! A prince! Everything was still so much, I hadn’t really had tim
