Prolog
***FLASHBACK: NINETEEN YEARS AGO ***
~ Harper’s POV
Willow’s Mother
~
I watched as the dragon elders worked to extract their prince out of the terminal stone. It has been a few months now, but they are finally close. That poor child. He has been stuck in that stone for centuries. The elders couldn’t just crack the stone open. They were afraid that it may harm the child.
“Alright everyone, it shouldn’t be long now.” Said dragon King Layden. Suddenly, a bright blue light shot from the red stone. The colors combined to create a beautiful purple. The color only got brighter as we all anxiously waited for the child to emerge. I pray that nothing bad happens. King Layden has been away from his young son for far too long. He even lost his wife after they were attacked by Iris, the original witch who kidnapped the young prince to use as a soul sacrifice. I hate to even think about that witch. I am just glad she can’t hurt anyone else. Gabriel, my mate Killed her over nineteen years ago. “It’s happening!” The king said. He was barely able to contain his excitement. The temperature started rising in the large room. It was hard for us Lycans and werewolves to stand the heat. I wanted to stay as long as I could to support the King.
“It’s melting!” One of the dragon elders said. We were all focused on the stone. Sure enough the stone was melting. The color purple started to fade to a beautiful blue. The blue continued to get bigger and brighter. Only moments after the stone had completely melted, the bright blue light started taking the shape of a child. If I had to guess, I would say it was nearly 40” tall. I watched in wonder as features started to appear, and before I knew it, I was staring at two big bright blue eyes. I heard gasps and cries all around me. King Layden hit his knees, and into his arms ran a handsome little boy.
“Daddy! I was waiting for you.” Tears swelled in my eyes, as I watched the heartwarming reuniting of father and son. King Layden hugged his son tightly as if he was afraid to let him go. I looked to my left and saw an older lady who was not ashamed to let her large tears fall. That was the boy’s grandmother. Oh, how I am so honored to be able to witness such a moment as this.
“Oh Son, how I have missed you.” King Layden cried as he continued to hold his son tightly. The boy pulled away and looked up to his father.
“Daddy, where’s Mother?”
Chapter 1: Rebellious Daughter