This is not good. This is not good. That’s all I could think about as Blake transformed, scooped up my things and me, and jumped off my roof. I had no idea what was going on but it had Blake upset.

I looked around as much I could from Blake’s back. Last night I hadn’t noticed much about what Blake was or how he looked. It wasn’t until just then, taking in how Blake looked, that I relaized I was sitting on the back of my friend… My friend who was, at the moment, a dragon.

He looked so feirce. His head was sharp and toned. He had magnificent horns curling from the backk of his head to the front.

But he was also beautiful. He had long, thick wings, which the sun reflected off of as we rose. His neck was long, and tough. The most surprising thing about him, though, was his scales. They looked razar sharp, but felt soft to my touch. I felt completly comfortable sitting atop my friend’s back.

I looked out at the sky, squinting because of the glare off his silver body, and that’s when I saw it.