PROLOGUE
A long time ago, dragons and werewolves lived under a fragile truce. But some werewolf rulers, driven by greed and envy of the dragons' fast-growing capital, wanted more.
They couldn't stand the way dragons ruled the skies and the realm, their supremacy between seasons and all other nations. So they set out to destroy them. They released a deadly disease, one that only targeted dragon women and infants. One by one, dragon mothers died.
Eggs never hatched. Mates went mad from grief. And many dragons withered and faded without their bonded mates. The weak ones were captured, locked in cages, paraded for amusement, and tortured in enemy dungeons for years. But the high-clan dragons never forgot.
When they rose again, they came with fire. And the war that followed nearly destroyed the realm. All realms became enemies to one another. The humans were separated from supernatural beings for their preservation and safety.
Their memory of a shared realm became only a myth told in scary stories and theories. Years after the betrayal, the dragons went into hiding. They built their kingdom in secret, away from wolves, away from humans. But they didn't forget what was taken from them.
With no dragon women left, they turned to humans. They bred with them, trained them, and raised them—not for love, but for war. All for an army strong enough for the next battle against their enemies.