The Tiger's Claim

As we fly to the city, I can feel my tiger purring on my back. If I turned my head, I would expect to see him curled up like a cat. I’m pretty sure he’s not, but that’s what it feels like.

‘I love riding on your back, Vaelia. It’s so different from the others,’ Rajar says, making me growl. I don’t like my rider having ridden on another’s back. He’s MY rider.

‘Yes, I am now. But I wasn’t always, an