Page 71 of Wild Wolf Betrothal

Dillon popped by about an hour later.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good as new,” Micah said, still irritated with the man.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Dillon said.

He cracked his knuckles and scratched his face.

“Listen, the dragon king would like to talk with you.”

“Why?” Micah asked.

“He wants to hear about the situation from the horse’s mouth, so to speak,” Dillon said. “I know it might not be where you are from, but an audience with the dragon king is an honor. He does hold a lot of clout both in the shifter world and the human world. Plus, not too many people are allowed to pass into the shifter world and then back into the human world. The rule is that once you go to the shifter world, you stay.”

“Are you sure he would let me leave?”

Dillon laughed.

“Of course. He just wants to talk to you, not kidnap you. Are you by any chance up to it today?

Micah thought about it and said, “Yes.”

He just hoped that he would be able to back it up. It had only been a few days since he was laying on death’s door.

After Micah grabbed his gear, Dillon led the way to his truck. They made small talk about Montana, Colorado, and the shifter world, comparing the three places. Except for the war that was going on in Ivy Springs, it seemed to Micah that the three places were very similar. The only difference was that there were a lot more shifters in the shifter world. Other than that, people were just people, trying to live their lives and make it through the day. The people in all the different areas were caring, understanding people.

Dillon parked his truck and the two men strapped on their snowshoes and trudged up the mountain. Micah hated the fact that he was moving a little slower than he normally did. By the time they reached the area where Dillon deemed it safe to shift, Micah could feel a dull ache in his side.

“Are you going to be okay? Do we need to turn back?”

“No. We’ve come this far. I’ll get through it,” Micah said, hating to admit any kind of weakness in front of anyone.

They shifted and walked the rest of the way up the mountain. It was a little easier going in wolf form than human form, but Micah was still winded by the time they got to the moose that seemed to be sleeping, his back to the cold breeze.

“Oh, hello, Dillon,” the moose said.

“Hi, Jeffrey. This is Micah. Draco is expecting us,” Dillon said.

Jeffrey studied Micah for a second and then nodded.

Micah focused on an area between two large trees. At first glance it seemed to be an ordinary space. Then, he looked at it again, concentrating. He could see faint electric waves in the air, like static electricity. He expected to hear some kind of weird noise emanating from it, like something from a sci fi movie orThe Twilight Zone.

Dillon laughed when he saw Micah’s reaction.

“It’s impressive, isn’t it?”

Micah nodded as he and Dillon stepped through the vortex. He looked around as they entered the shifter world. It was the edge of the woods that seemed to spill over from the human world.

They walked a little further and Micah found himself in a bustling city. There were businesses and cars. People were everywhere.

“Just like the human world,” Dillon said.

The huge structure in the middle of the city captured Micah’s attention. It almost seemed to glow a radiant gold color as the sun hit it.

Micah was glad that they caught a taxi to the castle-like structure. It wasn’t a huge distance away, but Micah’s side was aching, and he was feeling fatigued.

The arched entry gave way to a hallway. Art of all types lined the wall and Micah was certain that he could happily spend years just examining each piece. However, there was no time for that. Dillon quickly ushered him through two huge wooden doors into a large room that looked like a ball room. There was a huge round table and chairs toward the back of the room. A tall regal man with black hair and piercing gray eyes waited.

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