Book 19: No Other Way

Ian

Fraser paces along a stretch of tile in a room I can only describe as some kind of landing area. It’s mostly open to the elements, but it's a clear, blue day, not a single cloud in the sky as far as the eye can see. 

The last hints of summer warmth pick up dust as a breeze skitters through the room at large, which is domed and wide, large enough to fit six or more creatures like Fraser in their dragon forms, which I’m still trying to wrap my head around. 

I’ll have time to convince myself that what I saw last night when he shifted was real because the decision has been made. 

I am staying here. 

With him. 

Fennec and Wren are talking in low tones in the corner of the room. My cousin is dressed for a long journey. New suppli