Melody strode towards the kitchen in the main part of the Castle looking for her mate. After several days, most of which they’d spent in bed, she’d relented enough to move in with her Dragon.
As if he had to do much arm twisting, she snorted. She couldn’t wait to move in, the platinum emerald and diamond ring on her finger was a testament to his sincerity almost as much as the emerald rose marking that warmed and pulsed on her skin whenever he was near.
She belonged there, at Castle Falk, with her mate. They’d found their fur and scales together last night for the first time. The two of them anxious for their beasts to meet face to face.
Melody had been in awe of the magnificence of Niko’s EnergyDragon. The magical beast was more powerful and majestic as anything she could have imagined. Her Coyote had yipped at his heels and howled in glee when he’d raced through the pine barrens with her.