"Wh-whoa.. oh god- shit!!-" Riley said to herself as she nervously shimmed and wobbled up the broken fire escape on the side of the apartment complex. She just had a few more feet to go before she could reach her window.

As she moved, she could feel the rusty metal grates creaking beneath her weight, adding to her anxiety. It was times like this where she wished she didn't have the extra pounds in her tummy.

"C'mon Riley, almost there- just... a little... more-" she said, giving herself a little pep-talk before scooting across the railing then letting go to get to her window. She slid open the window, and let out a slightly. A slightly relieved, and slightly hysterical, laugh escaped her lips. She climbed through the window and smiled triumphantly.

"Yes! I did it! I did-- AH!-" She fell through the window and flopped on the floor. But she could care less, she was home- she was safe! She could forget this ever happened!

About 25 minutes later
Caden's POV:

Valerius and I flew over the small town of Silver Hill. We flew above until we saw where the line of destruction was. We followed it to ots head, where a smashed Ford truck was being towed and some officers were taking statements from witnesses.

We hovered in the air for a minute, not seeing a place to safely land in our dragon forms. But thankfully, the people below got the hint and cleared a big enough space for Valerius and I to shift mid-air and drop down.

As we landed, the crowd went a little wild seeing us. The officers called for order and for people, that weren't involved, to disperse. After a minute of people cheering and pictures being taken of us, the crowd finally ceased and most of then began to leave.

Just then, an officer strode up to us with two white robes in his arms. He was a tall muscular man who appeared to be in his mid-to-late 30s, sun-tanned skin, and brown sunbleached hair. He took off his cap and kneeled down to us, lowering his head as he spoke.

"My Kings. I'm Russ. Chief of Police here in Silver Hill" he introduced himself with a distict southern accent. He was a Werewolf from the smell of him. Funny how I never knew a dragon's sence of smell was so acute that we could actually sniff out what shifter a person was if we were familiar with it's scent. Werewolves were easy, they all smelled the same.

"Chief Russ, please rise, and tell us what happened here-" Valerius said in his usual kingly tone.

Chief Russ rose to his feet, and handed Val and I the robes he had.

"Well, to be honest, we were expectin' somethin' to happen today, y'know, with y'alls anniversary. But this..." *he gestured to the cars and street lights that were bent and broken by the dragon that barged though the town.* "We weren't expectin' this... but hey, I don't think sje was expectin' it either."

" 'She'? Are you talking about the dragon?" I asked the chief curiously. Chief Russ nodded.

"Yeah. 'She'."

"How do you know that the Shifter is a woman?" Valerius asked. Not liking how long this was taking.

"Oh, because of the cameras and many eyewitness accounts stating that a young woman ran out into the street to save a little boy from getting hit by that truck alright there," he gestured to the Ford with the smashed in front end that was being towed.

"How fast was it going?" I ask. The signs here all said 30 mph, but that truck has way too much damage for just going 30 mph.

"We're not too sure, but from the video evidencr from several storeside cameras, we saw that it was too fast. Probably going around 50 mph." Russ said with a disapproving glare at the truck.

"50 in a 30??" Caden said with horror. Just then, another officer came over

"Chief, we found her purse- it was half destroyed, but it has a phone and a wallet inside"

Valerius held out his hand to take the purse. It was just a small leather purse, but it probably had all the information they needed to find the woman who turned into a dragon shifter.

~~Riley's Pov~~

After a nice long hot shower, getting some nice pajama clothes on, and brewing some tea, I could almost forget that the events of the day even happened. As I was about to microwave some instant Ramen when I heard a knock at the door. That's odd, I didn't order anything. It better not be the apartment manager trying to ask me out for dinner again. I set my bowl of hard noodles and water down on the counter and go to answer the door.

As the door swings open, two figures stood there, one with platinum blonde hair and a friendly smile. The other was very tall and had, long black hair, full, neatly kept, beard and a scowl etched into his features.

"Hello, I'm Cade--"

Slam!

I close the door right in his face... I closed the door in the White. Dragon. King's. Face.

And with that, the reality sets in.

They found me...