Chapter 2 RETURN OF THE DRAGON

Ty’s POV I barely remember boarding the plane—just that the second I sank into my seat, the world slipped away again. Guess cross-continental travel has a sedative effect on dragons too. By the time I was standing at the local bus stop, surrounded by curious eyes, I could already feel the shift in energy. People stared. Some tried not to. Others? I could practically hear their thoughts undressing me on the spot. The air reeked of arousal—raw, unfiltered, shameless. But five years of brutal dragon discipline had scorched any trace of weakness from my system. No flings. No flirts. No hormone-driven distractions. Not anymore. Let them look. They wouldn’t survive my fire anyway. I slumped into the final bus, exhausted. Three rides and one jetlagged coma later, my body still ached for a bed. Then—finally—the trees. My pack’s forest. My land. My blood. And waiting at the border? My family. “BROTHER TY!” a high-pitched squeal exploded across the clearing. Tyra. My little sister was a baby whe