“Why don’t you know every last detail about them?”
“Because I am not of sound mind when I get close to them. My mind is swept away by demon magic. And also because…we don’t play well with others. Never have. I technically live—or lived—in a wolf-run kingdom. But the dragons have their own part of it carved out, and we don’t follow anyone’s rules. They call us wild, and I think we’re a thorn in their sides, but they leave us alone. In turn, we keep to ourselves.”
I stepped closer to him and wrapped my fingers around the golden bars. “Not the Flamma Kingdom…”
He glanced my way and then did a double take. His brows pinched. “Of course the Flamma Kingdom.”
“My mate—his mom was from there. The queen. She was our queen. She died.”
His eyelids fluttered, then he looked away. He shook his head. “It’s like you’re stirring up memories that fade before they can surface. Something about that rings a bell, but…damned if I know what.”
“I wonder if you knew her.” I put my hand to my chest as the other cages were slammed shut. The attendants roamed the room, organizing flowers and straightening the chairs around the edges of the room. “I was common and young. I barely even remember people speaking of her. But I’ve heard a lot of stories since then. She was well loved, and I know she came from that village. The dragon one in the wolf kingdom.”
His expression fell. “There are a collection of dragon villages in my kingdom. We mostly control the mountain country at the southeastern tip. I don’t recall hearing about someone from our village leaving to become a queen, but as I said, some memories refuse to take root.”
I pulled my lips to the side. True enough.
Several of the dragons sank down to sit on the ground, settling in to wait. Two of the wolves did the same. No one spoke or even exchanged looks. Everyone either looked at the ground, their postures tense, or stared straight ahead at nothing, refusing to allow their feelings about the situation to show.
Nervousness coiled in my belly. We were in cages—how bad could it be? But clearly something terrible would happen.
I kept talking to distract myself. “Why do they call it a dragon kingdom or a wolf kingdom based on who rules? We have a lot of different types of shifters in our kingdom, and now we only have non-dragons, since all the dragons were either killed or brought here. I heard that shifters like to be with their kind of animal, but that doesn’t seem to totally be the case.”
He looked at me funny.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s like you’ve never been around our kind.”
“Our… The curse… It’s complicated.”
He shrugged. “Those with the most power tend to stick together, yes. Those without much power just kinda…file in. But when it comes to why dragons are spread out… We’re not really pack animals. We need more space.”
“Except you are in a wolf kingdom instead of the dragon-ruled kingdom…”
“Ah. I see what you’re saying. Yes, historically there was a divide that happened long ago because of a…” His brow furrowed again. “I want to say a king who was not equipped to be on the throne. I don’t remember the particulars. Or even…the kingdom name…” His voice turned wispy, and he shook his head. “Goddess help me, I’ve been here too long. Even history lessons aren’t sticking.”
“It’s not history lessons.” I moved back to the front of my cage as Tamara glanced my way, her eyes tight. I gave her a thumbs-up, my stomach coiling with anticipation. Her smile was slim but thankful, and she straightened up a little more, ready to take on what came. “You’re probably talking about my kingdom, and the curse is making the memories slippery.”
“Possibly. I seem to remember the rulership being a question, in any case. I believe they shed some dragons long ago that created a home in my collection of villages and elsewhere in the world. Maybe Tamara knows more, or can remember that page out of history. Then there are those born naturally, elsewhere, and sometimes they seek us. Or did.”
The curse kept trying to erase his knowledge. The magic was trying to unravel our history.
He shook his head. “There are other dragons, too, from other places or that are from the parents of different creatures, but now they come to us or stay elsewhere.”
A wave of despondency and sadness nearly overwhelmed me, but it was immediately answered by a rush of love and support riding a wave of power.