The first guard's eyes widened as he squinted into the dim moonlight, struggling to make sense of the silver-haired figure Luzia was dragging behind her. His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword, his voice rising in alarm.
"My goodness! My lady—what is that thing you're carrying?!"
Luzia's brow twitched. That thing?!
She didn't slow, her grip firm as she dragged Roldan along, her boots pounding against the dirt as she barreled toward the entrance.
The second guard took an instinctive step back, his face paling as his gaze locked onto the faint glow of Roldan's slit-like red eyes. His breath hitched, his voice barely above a whisper.
"It's a—" He swallowed hard. "A baby dragon!"
Luzia's head snapped toward Roldan, and sure enough, his form had shifted. Wings tucked against his small frame, shimmering scales catching the moonlight—he had actually transformed into a baby dragon.
"What the…? Why—why did you transform?" she asked, incredulous.
