Monsters aren't born. They're made.

Brynn knew that better than most. The world had shown her its cruelty and left her out in the cold. So she fought for what she loved- because if she didn't, who would?

Then there was him. The dragon trapper. A man who stood for everything she hates.

Eret never cared for dragon riders. Reckless, self-righteous, always soaring above the rest of the world on a moral high horse while the rest of them were trying to survive.