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Felix quickly turns to my father, whose eyelids grow heavy as he goes in and out of consciousness. He picks the chair upright, then tears the ropes that keep my dad tied to the chair. But when he’s untied, his limp body falls forward into Felix’s arms.

“No… No…” I whimper, panic rising in my chest. With his life on the line, not only did he save me, but I realized that I’d never hated my father.

He can’t die now. Despite our very estranged relationship, he’s my father, after all.

“He’s not dead, Sierra,” Felix assures me quickly as he tosses my father’s body over one shoulder. “But we need to get him to a hospital. Quickly.”

I can only nod as Felix comes over and breaks the chair out from under me. I climb into his arms, placing one hand on my dad’s back just as Felix shifts, carries us out of the warehouse, and flies us toward the skies.

This time, it’s not the scenic ride I enjoy as I close my eyes and pray that my father survives this. Behind my eyelids, tears well up for the man who’d just saved my life by risking his own.

I didn’t think it was possible, but maybe my father does care about me.

Chapter 23 - Felix

“All he’s given us is his name,” Brantley informs me in the surveillance room as we watch the werewolf go in and out of consciousness in the dungeon.

It was my brothers who’d flown into Charlottesville to gather those wolves who were still alive and burn the rest of the bodies to clean up after me.

As per the rules of the dragon shifters, we’re not allowed to harm humans unless they cause enough chaos in the world. Like the war in the Middle East, we’re only awaiting word from the Council to intervene.

Werewolves, on the other hand, are within our jurisdiction. Much like the other vile creatures on Earth, when they cause havoc and destruction, we’re allowed to step in and stop them.

We haven’t had an incident like this in almost five hundred years. The other supernatural beings had gone into hiding when they learned about our existence. Things had been peaceful until now.

“He refuses to tell me more,” Brantley goes on. As one of our trusted warrior dragons, Brantley is imposing even in human form. With dark, brooding eyes and arms almost twice as big as mine, he’s an acting interrogator when he needs to be.

“Is he not afraid of death?” I ask with a frown, glaring at the screen with disgust forming a lump in my throat.

The werewolf is rather brave, not telling Brantley what we need to know.

“He isn’t,” Brantley shakes his head. “Or maybe he’s just pretending.”

I huff out a frustrated breath, tearing my gaze from the screen and turning to Brantley. “He knows we won’t kill him until we get answers. He’s dragging this out.”

As if on cue, Kairo sends me a mind link. We know what the serum is, Felix. Could you come to the lab?

I’m on my way, I let her know. “Keep an eye on him. Let me know if he makes any sudden moves.”

Brantley nods. “He won’t be able to shift with the silver chains binding him. Do you not want me to go back and question him a little more?”

I shake my head. “I think I’ll have a go at him,” I say before leaving the surveillance room and heading down to the lab.

The research facility used to be a study room in the castle—a makeshift lab set up for Yazmine’s use when Aragon first forced her to the island. When she discovered a dragon bone during her work as a paleontologist, he kidnapped her, seized the bone she’d been studying, and made a deal with her to continue her research.

That’s how we discovered that the bone belonged to our grandfather, who was lost in a war many centuries ago when we were still kids. Ever since they’d fallen in love and had a child, Aragon had built a special facility for her outside the castle.

I have to pass by the Aurora Island Hospital on my way to the newly-built facility. Pausing when I near the door, I take a moment to let my overworking mind go to Sierra.

When we arrived late last night, I’d taken her father to the hospital and left her there when she refused to leave his side. With a bullet wound in his chest, Doctor Amell spent hours stabilizing him. He remains in a mild coma, and Sierra doesn’t want to leave his side.

Despite how much she resented him for his constant badgering and putting her down, I always knew she cared for him. She’s not as cold as she’d like to pretend she is, and it’s something I’d forgotten when she was on the island the first time.

She was only acting cold toward me. Her pain turns her cold toward the ones who’d wronged her, but that doesn’t mean she still doesn’t care or love them. Her heart is too big and pure to hold anything but love inside her. Though we haven’t had time to speak yet, I’m glad she’s back on the island. It’s where I can protect her, keep her safe. Love her.

As my lips whisper into a fleeting smile, I head to the lab to deal with the trouble on hand. With Draco off the island, tending to his own troubles with his in-laws, I can’t rely on him to take care of the werewolves. It’s something I have to do, along with the help of my siblings and the new Beta of the Aurora Dragons, Aragon.

Despite having just given birth to her baby, I find Yazmine in the lab along with Kairo and Doctor Amell. As soon as I got back from the mortal world, I’d given Kairo the syringe filled with the murky green liquid and asked her to find out what it was. I didn’t think Yazmine would have to help out, but I’m glad she’s here. She has experience not only with fossils but with all things geological.

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