~{FLARE'S POV}~
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Ever since our little chat last night up until this morning, Ingrid was as quiet as a deer.
She only spoke when needed and as we walked in the front with a line of people following us in a thick forest, she seemed to be deep in thought.
And of all things to dwell on it was about her making a change.
I scoffed and smiled to myself.
"Ingrid?"
"Hmm?" She snapped out of her thoughts and looked up to me since I was taller.
"Are you that keen on uniting werewolves and dragons? Do you know what it means?" I asked and she nodded.
"If I do that I'll make a name for myself," she simply said and looked away, leaving me baffled.
"You want to do it just to make a name for yourself?"
"Yes," she answered.
"You do realize it's dangerous right? And permit me to say this but you're not that powerful," I whispered that last part to her and she gasped before looking around like she didn't want anyone to hear.
