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He settled into the chair in front of the table and gestured her toward the bed.
Ana wanted to fight, but she wanted to hear what he had to say more, so she accepted his offer and went to sit on the edge of the bed.
“You don’t have to tell me,” she began, but he waved her off.
“I know. But there is something about you. I will tell you because I want to tell you.”
She didn’t blush outwardly, but her soul stirred at the way he said there was something about her. As if he liked whatever that “something” was. She hoped he would want to find out more about it. Ana certainly did.
“I am not sure if you are aware, because the legends—the ones I have heard at least—focus so much on me being the first dragon shifter, but to my knowledge, I am the first shifter.”
Period. Hard stop. Not just the first dragon shifter. But the first shifter ever . She swallowed hard at that revelation.
“I did not know that,” she said at last, not sure what else to say. “How—how did it happen?” she said, having to force the question out.
Ferro shrugged. “I honestly have no idea. I cannot recall an incident that occurred to cause it, and I certainly poured over every minute of my life after I realized what had happened. I can only guess that something happened to my father, or mother, that lay dormant within them, but was activated in me as I went through puberty.”
“That must have been horrifying.” It may have happened eight thousand years ago, but Ana was just learning about it for the first time, and she desperately wanted to reach out and hold Ferro.
She didn’t tell him then, but having gone through the same thing herself many years before, she knew how hard it would have been. Nobody could know exactly what it had been like for him, but when she first turned, there had been no support system for her either. Shifters weren’t widely acknowledged as being real, and unless you were born into a family of them, you would never know that there were others like you. For Ana, she now knew it would have made no difference. There were no others like her.
“It was hard,” he acknowledged. “But what happened next was worse.”
Ana frowned in confusion. “What do you mean? What happened next?”
He gave her an apologetic look. “I was a teenage boy, with a strength no man could match, and I could shift into a massive dragon. The weapons of the time could not hurt me, not to the point I could not heal, at least.”
Ana had a feeling she wasn’t going to like where he was going with this.
“I did not know how to control myself. Every teenage boy feels like they are invincible, but they know deep down inside they are not, that even they have a limit.” He shook his head. “Except me. I was invincible. I could do anything I wanted. Nobody could stop me.”
“You didn’t know any better,” she began, but he cut her off with a curt chop of his hand.
“I appreciate your attempt,” he said calmly, “but I did what I did. If I had done it for six months, or a year, then maybe.” He closed his eyes, letting out a big sigh. “But it was more than just months. More than years.”
She felt a small sliver of horror grow within her. “How long?” She needed to know.
“Centuries.”
Her jaw dropped open. “Oh.” It was such a small word for such a mind-numbing revelation.
Ferro shook his head. “For nearly five hundred years, I did whatever I wanted. Went wherever I pleased, ate whatever I desired. You get the picture. I was a terrible person. I still have nightmares to this day about the wanton destruction, and I am sorry to say death, that resulted.”
“What happened? Why did you stop?”
“Life,” he said simply, holding out his hands.
All of a sudden, she understood. “The first dragons.”
Ferro nodded. “My children. Only three of them were born in that time. The eldest three. Luthor. Karthorax—whose son you already met—and Parlanah, a daughter. The rest were born over the
Ana wanted to fight, but she wanted to hear what he had to say more, so she accepted his offer and went to sit on the edge of the bed.
“You don’t have to tell me,” she began, but he waved her off.
“I know. But there is something about you. I will tell you because I want to tell you.”
She didn’t blush outwardly, but her soul stirred at the way he said there was something about her. As if he liked whatever that “something” was. She hoped he would want to find out more about it. Ana certainly did.
“I am not sure if you are aware, because the legends—the ones I have heard at least—focus so much on me being the first dragon shifter, but to my knowledge, I am the first shifter.”
Period. Hard stop. Not just the first dragon shifter. But the first shifter ever . She swallowed hard at that revelation.
“I did not know that,” she said at last, not sure what else to say. “How—how did it happen?” she said, having to force the question out.
Ferro shrugged. “I honestly have no idea. I cannot recall an incident that occurred to cause it, and I certainly poured over every minute of my life after I realized what had happened. I can only guess that something happened to my father, or mother, that lay dormant within them, but was activated in me as I went through puberty.”
“That must have been horrifying.” It may have happened eight thousand years ago, but Ana was just learning about it for the first time, and she desperately wanted to reach out and hold Ferro.
She didn’t tell him then, but having gone through the same thing herself many years before, she knew how hard it would have been. Nobody could know exactly what it had been like for him, but when she first turned, there had been no support system for her either. Shifters weren’t widely acknowledged as being real, and unless you were born into a family of them, you would never know that there were others like you. For Ana, she now knew it would have made no difference. There were no others like her.
“It was hard,” he acknowledged. “But what happened next was worse.”
Ana frowned in confusion. “What do you mean? What happened next?”
He gave her an apologetic look. “I was a teenage boy, with a strength no man could match, and I could shift into a massive dragon. The weapons of the time could not hurt me, not to the point I could not heal, at least.”
Ana had a feeling she wasn’t going to like where he was going with this.
“I did not know how to control myself. Every teenage boy feels like they are invincible, but they know deep down inside they are not, that even they have a limit.” He shook his head. “Except me. I was invincible. I could do anything I wanted. Nobody could stop me.”
“You didn’t know any better,” she began, but he cut her off with a curt chop of his hand.
“I appreciate your attempt,” he said calmly, “but I did what I did. If I had done it for six months, or a year, then maybe.” He closed his eyes, letting out a big sigh. “But it was more than just months. More than years.”
She felt a small sliver of horror grow within her. “How long?” She needed to know.
“Centuries.”
Her jaw dropped open. “Oh.” It was such a small word for such a mind-numbing revelation.
Ferro shook his head. “For nearly five hundred years, I did whatever I wanted. Went wherever I pleased, ate whatever I desired. You get the picture. I was a terrible person. I still have nightmares to this day about the wanton destruction, and I am sorry to say death, that resulted.”
“What happened? Why did you stop?”
“Life,” he said simply, holding out his hands.
All of a sudden, she understood. “The first dragons.”
Ferro nodded. “My children. Only three of them were born in that time. The eldest three. Luthor. Karthorax—whose son you already met—and Parlanah, a daughter. The rest were born over the
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