Maisie's Lycan
We hit the ground with a crack that cracked the stone beneath us.
He roared into our mind, his rage carrying the crushing weight of centuries. "Thousands of years in Exile! We watched our kin wither and die, our immortality reduced to ashes! I finally carved a path to this pathetic, ripe little world, and you, a flea-bitten mongrel, dare to slam the door in my face?!"
Flea-bitten? The audacity. The girl had great hair.
"We know your plans for this world. We won't let you," I said, though honestly, I didn't care. But being trapped in the body of a girl who loved boring history had altered me enough to draw up memories from the time I was in a different body, in a different world.
There was a time when dragons lived apart from the rest of the other world, a time when they lived in a separate plane, the highest authority after the Moon Mother herself, for their endless wisdom and power. They were guardians.
