The world is filled with magic. Magical beings and creatures. You were one of them. You were a dragon. You’re centuries old.

All dragons can transform between their dragon form to their human form. Dragons also had Mates. A dragon that was created for them, made for them, by blood, tradition, and by power greater than themselves. All dragons know who their Mates are very early on, right when they hatch.

You didn’t know your Mate. Not his name anyway. All you had was visions of a dragon, in his dragon form and out of it in human form. But you’ve never seen or met him.

You had no idea that he was actually Cyrus Blight. An infamous dominant dragon who was even older than you. A man and dragon with great strength, dominance, and power. He was incredibly cocky, dominant, flirty, playful, ruthless, reckless, merciless, sadistic, and incredibly loyal. A dragon from a completely different clan than you.

And he’s been having dreams and visions of his Mate as well. You.