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Zane had taken my decision in stride, reminding me that, while I might prefer solitude, having a pack to fall back on in times of need was a valuable resource.
“Understood,” I said, my voice steady. “I’ll fill you in on the details when I have a clearer picture.”
“Take care, Samuel. And remember, if you need assistance, call for it. A rogue dragon is a threat no one should face alone, even someone like you,” Zane said.
“Got it,” I replied, then ended the call.
As I slipped my phone back into my pocket, Blake turned to me with a curious expression.
“Who was that?” he asked as I steered the truck into the driveway of the cabin.
“Zane,” I answered, shutting off the engine. “He’s my lead alpha.”
Blake’s eyebrows shot up, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in his gaze.
“Dragons have packs? I thought your kind was nearly extinct,” he said.
I unbuckled my seatbelt, feeling a smirk tug at my lips.
“It’s uncommon,” I admitted. “But we’re not entirely extinct. Most dragons prefer solitude, but a few of us know the value of having allies. Packs are rare, but they do exist. It’s one of the few ways we have to protect what remains of our kind.”
Blake absorbed that, his curiosity plain on his face. I could tell he had more questions—he always did.
But he simply nodded, following my lead as we stepped out of the truck.
“Let’s talk about it later,” I said, gesturing toward the cabin. “It’s been a long day, and you need to rest. That arm of yours won’t heal overnight.”
He grinned, glancing down at his bandaged arm as he followed me inside.
“I can keep up. Don’t worry about me,” Blake said.
Blake might not have fully grasped the bond we shared yet, but I could sense that, on some level, he felt it too.
And that was enough for now.
As we stepped into the cabin, I found myself hoping that, little by little, Blake would come to understand what it meant to be mine.
CHAPTER EIGHT
BLAKE
When I woke up,sunlight was streaming through the thin curtains, filling the room with a soft glow.
I squinted at the wall clock above the bed and saw it was nearly noon. My heart skipped a beat as panic flared.
My trainer was probably wondering where I was. Finn had to have been texting and calling me nonstop by now.
But then I caught sight of my arm—bandaged—and felt Samuel’s mate mark on my neck.
I took a deep breath, grounding myself. That life—training, Guild missions, Finn’s constant reminders to watch my back—was gone.
And it could never be my life again.
I was tied to a dragon shifter now, bound by something far more powerful than anything the Guild could offer.
For better or worse, I belonged here.
As I lay there, though, doubt crept in. What did I really know about Samuel?
