"Under what law?" Dex asked, voice incredulous at the very suggestion.
"Dragon law," Tiberon answered flatly. "The Brotherhood predates Drakenfell, Dexmon."
"You will not confront Shadowclaw while he is here," he added, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
Dex left his father's study, fuming. A theme lately.
He'd been back for three days, and the wards were still not settled. Yesterday, Serena had been in Drakenfell while he was training with the Draken Forces. The only reason he found out was because Elara told Hale that Serena had been worrying over Dex, and went with her to Shadowclaw.
His mate has been upset over him, and he was hearing it secondhand. Again. And no one thought to tell him she was back so he couldn't comfort her. Or reassure her he was fine. Or understand what was really wrong, though he already had an idea.
No, instead her feelings had been washing into him from across Skardos. All of this was wrong and made him feel sick.
