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“Don’t be. When you are stronger, you may be able to produce them yourself. Perhaps my mother knew you would have this power, and that is why she left it for you. She had a unique connection to nature, different from the other druids.”

“I like being a wolf. I can’t wait to try other forms, and I would like to try a dragon, but it seems a lot more complicated. When I try to form the image in my mind, it falls apart.”

“You did not grow up with dragons. You have yet to understand the mechanics of how our bodies move, but you understand a wolf. It is just a larger dog. Even a cat would be simple for you, but there are no flying serpents for you to draw knowledge from until I teach you.”

She smiled at him. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“As am I,” Logan said.

Emily glanced at the moss and ran her hand over it for a moment. “What will Lothos do now that the pearl is gone, and he failed to acquire me?”

“There was a time when I could predict my brother’s actions, but I never suspected he had turned. His ploy was quite convincing, and that should have alerted me. In truth, I think Ilooked the other way because I didn’t want to believe him capable of this.”

“Nobody wants to see the ugly side of someone they love. Trust me, I know. The first year working for my uncle was a real eye-opener. I learned some pretty hard truths.”

“I am sorry, Emily. All I can promise is that life is over, and we have a much brighter one ahead.”

She placed her hand over his. “I know. Just give me some time to adjust to... all this. It’s a lot for a simple thief from Whistler.”

“Whistler?”

“We lived there when I was younger. I am an excellent skier, in case you need lessons.”

He laughed. “I look forward to you teaching me, but be patient. Dragons are not overly fond of lying in the snow.”

She leaned closer. “The whole point is to stay on your skis, not to fall.”

He kissed her, and the forest melted away at the touch of his lips. She could have lost herself right there, but she pulled back.

“You didn’t answer my question. What will Lothos do now that he lost the pearl?”

Logan sighed. “He will seek power elsewhere. He was looking to unlock the pearl’s power, but he didn’t know that he never could.”

“Why?”

“Because it was made for one druid. For you.”

CHAPTER 19

With a tender touch, Emily’s fingertips brushed softly against Logan’s cheek, tracing the contours of his rugged features. His immortal gaze held a love that spanned centuries, a commitment unwavering in its devotion, and a desire that burned with an intensity unmatched by mortal constraints.

She felt the weight of his emotions wash over her like a tidal wave. His mind laid bare before her with a vulnerability that stirred her soul. Every memory, both joyous and sorrowful, lay open for her exploration, a tapestry of experiences woven through the fabric of time itself.

But even as she reveled in the intimacy of their connection, Emily’s body bore the toll of her transformation, her powers stretched to their limits by the chaos of the night’s events. Weariness crept into her bones like a whispered promise, a silent reminder that she was not immune to the demands of mortal flesh.

With a sigh, Emily reluctantly withdrew her touch, her thoughts turning to the practical matters at hand. The cabin lay in ruins, its once sturdy walls now reduced to smoldering embers by the ravages of fire. She needed to assess the extent of the damage, to confront the aftermath of the night’s turmoil.

“Logan, we should head back. We can head over to my apartment to pick up some things. We can stay there tonight if needed,” she said.

Logan stood and helped her to her feet. “My clan is already making the repairs to the cabin, but it was extensive, so we have time to return to your place and retrieve what you want.”

Emily and Logan walked in unison through the dense foliage, their footsteps echoing softly against the ground beneath them. The canopy of trees overhead cast dappled shadows upon their path, creating a serene ambiance that belied the chaos of the night’s events.

As they emerged from the embrace of the forest, Emily’s gaze swept across the clearing, her eyes widening in astonishment. Hovering in midair above the charred remnants of the home was the cabin’s roof beam.

Legion used his otherworldly power and ancient wisdom to restore the beam atop the cabin. Charred and splintered from the inferno that had engulfed it, the beam underwent a miraculous transformation. Its once-damaged surface slowly returned to its former pristine condition.

The other dragons were working on various parts of the land and cabin to return it to its former beauty.

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