Being the Dragon Chosen isn't all fun and games... Last year I was three years old. Now, one year later, I’m nineteen, mostly. Magic, got to love it. My father is the King of the Gold Dragons Archer Ddraig. My mother, Queen of the Gold, is Jennifer. Oh my other father is First Knight of the Realm Logan. Yeah, two dads, one mom, I know I’m weird. Or special. I prefer special most of the time. Except right now. Lou’s my bodyguard, best friend, and if I’m being honest, my ongoing crush. He has dark, wavy hair, wide, stocky shoulders and the most gorgeous face any man could ever have. Strong jaw, just the right amount of beard line, sharp nose, and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s everything that makes a man sexy. Right now I can't control my magic, I don't understand my suddenly adult body, I have no friends, and somehow I've managed to piss of the King of the Werewolves. Oh, all while facing off against a necromancer that's threatening me and those I care about. Being the Chosen One sucks and I'm pretty sure this is just the beginning.