Inside the den just behind that wall, little Elias and Zariyah were resting under Mina's watch.
Caspian, standing beside Hana on the catwalk, felt the sudden vibration near the den's power feed. His golden eyes instantly contracted into razor-thin, feral slits.
The heavy, smoky scent of molten rock exploded from his body, the temperature around him spiking so fast the falling snow turned to steam before touching his skin.
His dragon instincts—fierce, territorial, and wildly protective of his daughter and mate—completely tore through his restraint.
"Caspian, wait—!" Hana called out but it was too late. A deep, terrifying roar tore from Caspian's throat as he launched himself clean off the high catwalk. Mid-air, his man form shattered into a colossal, hundred-foot Black Dragon.
