Wings of Change

A dying dragon brings revelation of even more magical creatures than himself, and a woman that could unite them all.

Reynor is a dragon, wounded in battle and too young to deal with the guilt wracking both himself and his young knight. He crawls off to die alone but encounters a young woman who will not let him pass.

Lucia is a refugee from her own land, glad to find peace and anonymity in Draconia. When she encounters her first dragon and realizes the state he’s in, she cannot let him leave this world without at least trying to help him. Gathering her courage, she marches up to the castle Lair and demands to speak to his knight.

Sir Kaden is in deep despair about Reynor’s injury and doesn’t know what to do, or even where to find the giant dragon. When Lucia storms the castle and demands Kaden wake up and go help his partner, he realizes not only has he been given a second chance with his dragon, but he’s also met an intriguing woman who might just be his mate.

Sir Marcus agrees. Marcus is the knight partnered with Reynor’s mate, and together, the four of them make up a small family unit, only wanting one thing…a mate for the two human knights.

They find Reynor near death. Only a miracle can save him now, but Lucia might hold the key—and her love—which is the greatest miracle of all.

Yes, this story is a menage. You have been warned.

CHAPTER ONE

Lucia was more than a little intimidated by the towering castle doorway. Beyond the imposing portal lay the Lair that housed the king’s own knights and dragons. It was audacious of her to even walk up to the heavily carved door, but she was on a mission. A life hung in the balance.
Gathering her courage, she lifted the heavy metal knocker. The ornate striker, cast in the shape of a dragon’s sinuous body, made an echoing boom as it descended on the plate. It also made her jump, but she scolded herself to be calm. She had to make someone within the castle listen to her.
“What can I do for you, little lady?” A gnarled veteran with a kind smile answered her summons.
She cleared the frog in her throat before speaking. “I need to speak with Sir Kaden.”
“Sorry, lass. He’s been closeted with the king and council these two days past. The whole castle’s in an uproar since the young prince has gone missing.”
She should have expected the response. Prince William’s disappearance was the talk of the entire city. Her spirits sank, but she refused to give up so easily.
“Perchance, could I talk to Lady Linea?”
“Linea?” The man seemed surprised as he opened the door a bit wider. “Now why would a little thing like you wish to speak with a dragon?”
“And why my dragon?” A deep, masculine voice sounded from behind the old man. Lucia looked up, over the old veteran’s shoulder to meet the startling ocean blue gaze of what must certainly be a knight of the realm. The door opened wider and the knight stepped to the side of the guard, looking her up and down.
Lucia cringed, knowing what a pitiful sight she made in her rough work clothes, but they were all she had. What she wouldn’t give for just one of the many silk gowns she had once owned. But that life was over.
“Please, sir, I know it’s a bad time, but I must speak with Lady Linea. A dragon’s life is at stake.”
“Of which dragon do you speak?”
Lucia was torn. She’d already said more than she should have. “I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone, but he asked me to say goodbye—” her voice cracked with emotion before she got herself back under control, “—to Linea and Kaden.”
“Kaden?” the knight asked quickly. “Sweet Mother, are you talking about Reynor?” Tears threatening, she nodded, biting her lip. The knight swung the imposing door open wide and took her arm, pulling her into the castle. He led her down a wide hall and Lucia caught sight of other dragons moving here and there. If she’d been in a better frame of mind, she would have loved this glimpse into the Castle Lair, but as things stood, she was too worried about Reynor to notice much. The knight stopped in a small alcove that had seats, but she was too agitated to sit. “Can you tell me what this is about?”
“I’m sorry, milord, but I must speak to Lady Linea. I promised Sir Reynor.”
“I’ll take you to Linea, but I don’t understand why.”
Could he really be that blind, she wondered? “They are in love, sir. Linea is his mate.”
The knight looked shocked for a moment before a smile dawned over his face. “I had no idea.”
“But—” She hesitated as he began walking again, pacing his long strides to allow for her shorter steps.
“Speak freely, mistress. I promise I don’t bite.” His devilish smile spoke otherwise.
“Well, I thought you were Linea’s knight. Did I misunderstand?”
“No, you heard correctly. I’m Marcus, Linea’s partner.”
“Then how could you not know about—”
He grinned down at her as they turned a corner. “About her and Reynor? Actually, it’s pretty simple. The dragons were waiting to tell us until Kaden or I found a mate. Until then, no matter how much they might love one another, they are forbidden to join.”
“Really?”

Marcus liked the way the petite maid’s eyes widened. She really was the cutest little thing. A full foot shorter than him, she would fit snugly under his chin, should they ever embrace. He liked that idea. Perhaps more than he should on such short acquaintance.
But her words had him worried…and elated at the same time. He was worried about Reynor, but ecstatic to know Linea and Rey were a pair. It gave him some idea who he’d be sharing his mate with when they finally did find her. This cute little wench might even be up for the challenge, though the Mother of All knew, few women were cut out to be mated to a set of knights.
“Because of the way dragon mating affects the knights involved, it is imperative the knights already have a wife of their own before the dragon side of the partnership can be allowed to consummate their union.” Marcus gave her the bare bones of the explanation, enjoying the surprise on her lovely face. She had delicate features that spoke of foreign lands. She was intriguing, to say the least.
“Here we are.” He opened the large door to the suite he shared with Linea, unsurprised to find the dragon basking in the oval pit of heated sand she loved. Her glistening, pale green scales winked at them in the dim light as just her head craned forward to greet them.
The girl made a deep bow, though her eyes never left those of the dragon. It was a mark of respect and good breeding that surprised him.
“Lady Linea,” she said in a strong voice, “it is an honor to meet you. I am Lucia de Alagarithia, last of my line, lately of the Jinn. I bring grave news from Sir Reynor.”
“What’s happened to Rey?”