Page 10 of Her Fierce Dragon
“But how have you stayed hidden?”
“We can rearrange memories. In our human bodies, most paranormals can sense our powers just like you’re able to, but when we’re in our dragon forms, we’re at our most powerful. And most times, we’ll alter memories of whoever looks up and sees the shadow of our beasts.”
By this time, he had moved forward and pulled her to him. His dragon was fully attached to her. He would have to tell her soon that she was his mate.
“What happened with Delia?” he asked gently.
“Before she disappeared, we had an argument. I’m a second-level witch, and I’m to finish my studies for high priestess. She wanted Elder Mystia Dupree to be my preceptor. I didn’t want to learn under Mystia, I wanted my grandmother to teach me. I accused my grandmother of not truly believing in my abilities since she didn’t want to train me herself.”
She glanced away, but not before he saw the tears forming in her eyes.
She drew away and walked over to the window, and he instantly missed her warmth. The pain in her eyes lanced a pain deep within his chest. His dragon demanded that he go to comfort her, but the human side knew she needed a little space. So he leaned against the wall instead and waited for her to continue.
“I never should have said those things. Now that I look back, I know Delia does everything for a reason, but I was desperate to train under the great Delia. I wanted to make sure she knew how hard I’d worked to master our craft. I should’ve just been obedient and let Mystia train me.”
“You didn’t have anything to do with her disappearance,” he reminded her. He could smell the scent of despair on her, and it killed him to stay on the other side of the room.
“I stormed out of her house after our argument. The elders knew we’d argued. I didn’t stay quiet about demanding that my grandmother train me herself. I went back to her to apologize, and that’s when I found her house ransacked and her gone. Traces of power still lingered through the air. The elders wouldn’t let me be a part of the investigation. They accused me of taking Delia out so that I could rule the coven,” she cried out, gripping the windowsill.
He flew across the room, no longer able to stand by as she rehashed the events. He could see it was tearing her apart. She turned to him, allowing him to wrap her in his arms. Her tears soaked his shirt, but he didn’t care.
Feno wanted to rip the elders apart. How dare they accuse her of destroying her grandmother. His chest rumbled at the thought of shifting and flying to meet her coven head-on, but he knew that would not get Delia back.
“It’s going to be okay. If you said Delia came to you in a dream, then she’s still alive,” he murmured.
“I would never do anything to hurt my grandmother. She raised me, always believed in me. I don’t know what I would do without her. Please, help me find her.” Willow sniffled, pulling back from him.
He nodded and reached out to wipe the tears from her face. Her red eyes and tearstained cheeks almost brought him to his knees.
His dragon roared at her pain. Their mate should never feel pain such as what she was going through.
“Who would assume control of the coven if you and your grandmother weren’t there?” he asked softly.
“Tade or Mystia. I know Mystia’s been jealous of how quickly I moved through my training. That was another reason why I didn’t want her training me. I’ll admit that I didn’t want Delia to know about her jealousy. I didn’t want to put a strain between the elders and Delia, so I just kept it to my feelings and wants. Tade has always been like a father to me. He’s always pushed my training and helped me move through the coven.”
“Westwend is home to a large coven. I’m not familiar with their high priestess, but I can take you to a high-ranking member here. We’ll see if she can help.”
“Feno Kelmyar.What brings you to my little hole in the wall?” a deep, husky voice asked as they walked into the store.
Mystic Moon was a magical supply store. On the outside, Willow assumed that it was just a novelty store, but once inside, she could feel the power buzzing in the room.
This was the real deal.
Willow’s gaze moved around the store, and she knew that any other day, she would love to spend hours in here, browsing and shopping.
“I need your help, Sunny,” Feno announced.
Willow turned her eyes to the tall witch behind the counter. She was a beauty, with long blonde locks flowing down her back. She was a thin, delicate witch, and her eyes were currently locked on Willow.
“What is she doing here?” Sunny snapped, the smile disappearing from her lips.
“You know who she is?” Feno stopped at the counter.
“Of course I do. Every witch connected knows that this is Delia Moss’s granddaughter. You don’t belong here, witch,” Sunny sneered.
“Watch it.” Feno growled low. His powers broadcasted out, creating a rumble in the store. The glasses clinked and shook.
“No, it’s quite all right. I’ve become used to my people shunning me for something I had nothing to do with,” Willow said, standing next to Feno, not backing down from the witch.
