A dragon is nothing without their rider. Without them the powerful beats cannot breathe fire and protect us from the Fae scourge that continually invades our lands. The morning I woke up with all color drained from my hair I knew I was in trouble. I was a rider. A rider with a whole land of Fae infested forests between me and the training grounds where my dragon would be waiting for me. My father and I may never make it to the capital, but we were going to try. So, when we were attacked by Fae on the first night of our journey I wasn’t surprised. I was surprised when three dragons showed up and saved me. They are on their way to the capital too, and are willing to take me with them… as long as I choose one of them to mate with. Easy. Except that something deep inside of me wants all of them. This was not how I planned to find my dragon.

I have three mates. I am only supposed to have one. The King is forcing me to choose between them. Except, with the way he looks at me, I don’t think he wants me to choose one of them; he wants me to choose him. I’ve only been in this academy for a few days, and everything about it isn’t what I expected. The dragons and their riders aren’t what I expected. Everything is upside down, and full of more secrets here than even Aldric knew, more than one seems to point back to me. If I want to be with my dragons, we are going to have to find a way to defeat the king, before he takes me for himself.

the war begins And it's going to be a doozey