The night parted for the burning flames of the ruby-scaled moth wolf. She leapt into the sky with a roar of excitement and satisfaction. Finally, a life she wanted-not the mundane one her mother would have her live! She was sick of never being allowed to torch anything. Being confined in Dawnshire, Not being allowed to take advantage of her ancestry. She was the daughter of a soldier, a Dane.
The call of the dragon burned through Seraphina’s insides, leading her to throw herself to the earth. She was in front of the caller, a huge, black wolf. He was a menacing sight, but it didn’t scare Sera. She had waited for something like this her whole life. “I am Seraphina, born of the Danes, a dragon,” she announced to this man. “I’ve come to fight with you.”

“Where women glow and men plunder!”