Wyrmshattered

Elara wakes gasping, the phantom sensation of Vorlag's claws on her scarred skin a cruel reminder of what she stands to lose-and what she's already destroyed. Hiding in the desolate Ash Wastes, she suppresses her wyrmblood powers, convinced it's the only way to keep the dragon bond from consuming them both. But Vorlag feels the starvation. *"You are starving me to save yourself,"* he accuses, his psychic voice fraying at the edges.

When Kaelen's war-drakes darken the horizon, Elara realizes ...