Devine Graystone froze in place. His heart hammered inside his chest as he waited in the darkness for the signal.
He heard the seagulls crying and waves crashing against the icy black rock that held the ruins of Castle Blackthorne aloft and the QuartzDragon shuddered. The Isle of Pain was about to explode. He’d heard the rumors and had done nothing to stop them.
Why would he? This was not the Clan of his youth, and the castle was not home. It should have been a place of warmth and safety. A place where the Dragons could store their hoards, take mates, and raise young. But it was not that. Hadn’t been for many lifetimes now.