On Wings Of Blood

I am Medra Pendragon, the last dragon rider. The funny thing is, there are no dragons left. Not a single one. But somehow that hasn't stopped the vampires from taking me prisoner. Now I'm stuck at Bloodwing Academy, where the highbloods hold the power. And a blightborn like me? We are only there to serve.

But that is not the worst part: the worst part is Blake Drakharrow. Cold, arrogant and far too handsome. He has tormented me ever since we met, and now, thanks to some ancient ritual, we are engaged. He acts as if I belong to him, but I'm not going down without a fight. Bloodwing is not just a school, it is a battlefield; highbloods fight for power. And if you're weak? Then you're finished.

Between deadly competitions, lies and a dragon-shaped secret hanging over my head, all I have to do is survive. Simple, right? Except I'm starting to think the real danger isn't the academy, but the creature I'm slowly turning into because of this damned power game.

They think they can control me. They think they can use me. But they have no idea who they've let in.