Chapter 35

Kaelen

The firehouse was loud that morning—clanging dishes, the scrape of boots on tile, the hum of voices swapping stories about last night’s call—but all I could hear was the restless pounding of my dragon inside my chest.

Something’s wrong.

He’d been pacing all night, snarling in my head, restless even after I let him out to stretch his wings over the city. Usually, flying burned off the edge.