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Even then, he assumed it was a strange dream instigated by watching a movie with Alana and Kell about a famous cat burglar from the seventies. He was new to this age and TV held a certain fascination for him. Still, as the dream progressed, he realized it was more. He felt her heartbeat slow as she turned the dial of the safe, listening for the tiny clicks. He had felt her pain when the bullet pierced her shoulder as she was fleeing. The feeling of bereavement when she had finally made it to the woman who helped heal. When he lost contact with her. It was almost painful, and his dragon had growled in his head before he woke.

He sat up on the bed, rubbing his chest as if he could alleviate the hole that was forming in his core.

Logan sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze drifting out the window to the picturesque scene unfolding before him. Morning had arrived, casting a golden hue across the landscape as a flock of birds danced in unison over the nearby lake. The sun bathed the forest in its warm embrace, the leaves shimmering like jewels as they swayed in the gentle breeze. It was a sight of serene beauty, yet Logan’s thoughts remained ensnared by the strange dream that lingered in his mind.

In his dream, she had spoken to him, but her words had carried the weight of another’s presence. A revelation that unsettled him to the core. In the world of the druids and dragons, where bonds were forged through telepathic connection, such communication confirmed a deeper meaning, one that transcended mere acquaintance. Yet the knowledge that she had conversed with another cast doubt upon the nature of their relationship. Could she truly be his mate if she shared her thoughts with others?

The rules of this new world were murky and ever-changing, leaving Logan struggling to catch up. It was always this way when a dragon woke from an extended slumber, and he had slept for almost eight hundred years. He knew that he needed guidance from his leader to help him navigate the complexities of this unfamiliar realm. Though he had only caught a fleeting glimpse of her face in the mirror when she changed in that small, dingy bathroom, he was certain of one thing—she was a druid, and she needed his help.

Her features danced in his memory, both delicate and ethereal, with eyes that seemed to hold the mysteries of the universe within their depths. He could lose himself in those cerulean orbs, drawn inexorably to the allure of her presence. Whoever she was, whatever trials she faced, Logan felt an undeniable responsibility to find her, to offer his aid.

With determination burning in his soul, Logan rose from the bed, his mind reaching out to the familiar path.

Legion.

Yes, my brother.

I have connected with a druid. I am unsure if the images were real or a dream.

What was she doing? Where was she?

She was stealing something from a safe. I do not know her location. I am not sure if we shared a dream or if she was truly shot after procuring the item.

Shot?

Yes.

It’s hard to imagine a druid as a criminal. Perhaps it was a dream, but either way, we have to find her. Is she your mate?

When we connected, she said she talked to another.

That is unusual. Perhaps her mate is in the process of waking. Kell did not realize Alana was real for some time. I wonder why she connected with you, though?

That is unclear. Perhaps it is my power.

Maybe. Take Siro and look for her. You both need more time in the city. Stop by the store if you have time.

I make the new manager nervous.

You are yet to acclimate, and you seem... unapproachable. Nod and smile more. It eases the humans.

If you say so.He cut communication with his leader and grabbed a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt from the dresser. In truth, he hated modern clothing; he preferred to be naked, but Legion had insisted he learn the human way of doing things. Mara had even made him do his laundry, which ended in the large white appliance that cleaned his clothes, erupting in a mountain of bubbles. Apparently, you were not to add the entire container full of blue liquid to the washer. Magic was much more efficient.

Logan descended the stairs of the cozy cabin, his sensesgreeted by the familiar scent of freshly baked bread and the tantalizing aroma of sizzling bacon wafting from the kitchen. Though he was a creature of the open sky, there was a certain comfort to be found within these walls, adorned with plaid couches and a stone hearth that radiated warmth and hospitality.

As he entered the kitchen, Logan’s eyes fell upon his fellow purple brethren, his stoic face alight with anticipation as he reached for a handful of crispy bacon from the plates before them. His fellow dragons thought Legion was blessed to have such a powerful and kind mate, but Logan knew that his appreciation extended beyond her divine gifts to encompass her culinary prowess as well.

Mara’s cooking held a special place in Logan’s heart, a testament to her love and devotion to those she held dear.

He took a seat opposite Siro. “Were you planning to eat the entire swine by yourself?” he asked, grabbing a slice of bacon and popping it in his mouth.

Siro shrugged. “Honestly, I wasn’t sure why the druids bothered to cook it, but I admit it has an interesting flavor.

Logan grabbed a slice of fresh bread. “The food is good, but we must go on a hunt after breakfast.”

“A hunt?” Siro’s eyes flickered with interest. As a newly awakened, there were few things that truly excited a dragon, but food, flying, and hunting were essential to a dragon’s well-being.

“I connected with a druid, but the circumstances were vague. It may have been a dream, but we must find her, as I believe she is emerging.”

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