~Okay, ya'll, this is the last teaser from Hudson's book. Release date is Sept 22. (Click on the link to preorder)
CHOOSE.
CHOOSE!
One second Hudson was
sound asleep, and the next, he was wide-awake and on the verge of transforming
into his true form. He wrestled the urge back, but it was a near thing.
By the dragon gods, he
was even panting. It had been hundreds of years since he’d come close to losing
control. What the hell? But something had nearly caused that loss of control
and fear in his chest.
Yes, fear. Along with
sadness.
Shoving his sweaty hair
back, he glanced at the clock and grimaced. Five fucking o’clock in the
morning? The fuck? A memory flirted on the edge of his consciousness, just out
of reach and fading quickly.
Hudson desperately tried
to grab ahold of it. But like fairy dust, it slipped away no matter how hard he
tried to hold on to it. There had been someone standing in the moon’s light,
but for some reason, Hudson hadn’t been able to clearly see him.
But the one thing he did
know was that it was a man, and he had long, light-brown hair. Dragons of the
Fire Court had red hair. Every. Last. One. Of. Them. Whoever he’d been dreaming
about, it had not been Connie or any other dragon in his court.
And he’d been circling
above the man in his dragon form.
“Fuck!” Connie clutched
Hudson’s arm, his claws sinking into flesh. “I think I’m going to—”
Hudson quickly glanced at
Connie, who was sitting in bed next to him. His eyes were those of his dragon,
his claws were out, and his horns were extending from his forehead. His skin
was quickly fading to that sickly gray color that signified a partial shift.
Hudson grabbed Connie’s
chin and stared into his eyes. “No.” The powerful voice of his dragon demanded
attention. “You will not change.”
Connie sucked in a
breath. “Yes… yes, my king. Dragon gods above, I will not lose control!”
As Hudson watched, Connie
fought for control. Breath shuddering, he gave himself over to Hudson’s demand.
Eventually Connie’s eyes returned to their lovely shade of brown, his horns
receded, and his claws disappeared.
“What the fuck was that?”
Connie choked out, still shaking. “I was dreaming about, about, something, and
now I can’t really remember, but I kept hearing the word ‘choose’ and then
suddenly I was really upset, and I just, I just….”
“Easy, sweetheart.”
Hudson wrapped Connie up in his arms.
“I almost lost control. I
can’t believe I almost lost control. I could’ve easily destroyed this section
of your house if I had changed into my dragon.”
“But you didn’t.” But
it’d been close. “You got the urge under control. Do you remember what you were
dreaming?”
“Good thing I was in bed
with you because I don’t think I would have otherwise. And no, I don’t really
remember. It’s like it’s there, right on the edge of my brain, but I can’t
remember for some reason.”
“Okay.” Hudson hugged
Connie again. “But you remember the word ‘choose’, right?”
“Yes. It’s like the word
was shouting inside of my head. But I don’t think it was aimed at me. And I was
afraid. And upset. Sad. Oh, wait. I do remember something.”
“What?”
“I was circling above a
person in dragon form, but he had long, light-brown hair. He wasn’t one of us
with that hair color.”
Goose bumps crawled up
Hudson’s back. There was no way, absolutely no way, they could’ve both had the
same dream. Could they? It certainly sounded like they had. “Connie?”
“Yes?”
“It was a man? You’re
sure?”
“I am, but I don’t know
why I’m sure.”
Hudson took a deep breath
before replying. “I think I had the same dream.”
