Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Dragon's Stone: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Taran stands close to me as we walk the museum tour. I see Bryan with another girl, and I feel my heartbreaking. After treating me the way he did, I shouldn’t want him, but I do. Bryan was the first man I ever saw past a fling. We were serious, and I willingly gave him my heart. Tears sting my eyes as I watch him with her. For the entire tour, all I can do is watch Bryan. Does it hurt him as much to see me with Taran as it does to see him with another woman? There is free time to look around before lunch. Taran walks beside me without saying a word. My chest aches after watching Bryan with that girl. I’m trying to focus on the assignment to find a painting or sculpture that speaks to us, but I can’t find anything so far. I turn the corner and find Bryan and the girl kissing. He has her pushed against a wall, and their hands are roaming over each other. I turn and run towards the bathroom, I hear Taran call after me, but I don’t stop. Tears are already falling

Taran I’m beyond angry and have no one but myself to blame. Tru almost lost her life today. I swore to protect her and failed. Then that mutt rushed to her aide and now seems like the hero. The wolf saved her, not me. The moment Tru ran to the bathroom, I noticed the vampires began leaving. I knew they were planning to do something to Tru, probably scare her or go into her mind. Either way, I knew that I needed to stop them. I followed one at a safe distance and covered my scent. They lead me to a large open room with twenty vampires. It was a large clan. Knowing Tru would be overpowered, I felt the best course of action was to kill the entire clan before the vampire bringing her arrived. I made my presence known when the leader began speaking. I made sure to kill all twenty. Using my natural magic, I set them on fire. The only fire source was a lighter I took from the hotel. To keep them from escaping, I barricaded the door. The flame I started with was smal

I wake up around four to Taran walking through the door. He looks tired. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” He says. I move over to give him room to lay down. Taran removes his clothes. I’m sure he’s cold since his clothes are wet from being in the rain. “I made you something,” He says with a smile. I look at him curiously, “You made me something?” Taran nods and pulls something out of the pocket of his pants. He holds out a necklace with a pink crystal in the shape of a dove. I reach for it and smile. “It’s beautiful,” I tell him. Taran looks slightly embarrassed, “I’m glad you like it. It’s a charm to protect you from evil spells.” “Why a dove?” I ask curiously. Taran turns away from me before answering. I don’t mind. It allows me to admire the defined lines of his back. “It was easy to make. I felt a bird represented you better than anything else I could make.” I put on the necklace and smile. It hits low enough that my shirts will

TaranI wake Tru, and we begin getting ready to leave. She packs a bag of clothes for me and swings it over her shoulder. We leave for the same covered area I shifted last night. As we walk, I feel how nervous Tru is getting. “I won’t let you fall if that’s why you’re afraid.”Tru shakes her head, “I get nervous on an airplane, so flying on the back of a dragon seems terrifying.”I chuckle at her response, “You never know; you could love it.” She’s told me about planes, cars, and other methods of travel. From what she explained, they don’t sound terrible. I’m not sure why she gets nervous.Tru grins and playfully says, “I suppose.” Once we arrive, I begin removing my clothes. Just as I am about to shift, Tru stops me, “What if I pass out or fall off?”I look at her and smile, “Then I will catch you and keep you safe.”My words seem to

The next day I show Taran around Fort Collins. We stop by the university so I can pick up my books. First, we go to the library so I can print off the list of materials I need. But when I log in to view my class it shows there is a hold on my account and I can’t access my classes. Taran follows close behind as we make our way to the bursar's office.My heart is racing, everything is paid, what could possibly be the problem? I finally get someone behind the counter. The woman appears to be in her mid-forties and her expression shows she would rather do anything but help me. It takes about ten minutes before she finally finds the problem. In a monotone voice, the woman tells me, “You have a balance on your summer courses. In order to start classes this month, you need to pay your balance of $5,550.”My face pales. I don’t have that much money. “No, there must be a mistake. The balance for summer was paid in full before I went to Europe. I wo