I know what you're thinking.
"Did I read the title right?" Yes you did.
Here let me start at the beginning.
My father is a dragon shifter.
His wife was also.
You know, mostly dragon blooded.
My two twin older brothers are full blooded shifters as is everyone in this village, well everyone accept me.
His wife died giving birth to the twins.
After the twins mother died my father went to the human world and fooled around with one.
Nine months later I was delivered by a very pissed off shifter.
See it was against the rules to fornicate with humans so I was a disgrace to his name.
As much as my father wanted to get rid of me, l had some dragon in me and he couldn't seem to ditch me.
My father brought me home and said I probably needed a name.
So now eighteen years later they call me-
"AMELINDA!" My father yelled angrily, snapping me out of my memories.
"Yes father?" I ask softly, knowing with his excellent hearing he can hear me upstairs.
"Where's my green sword?" He walked quickly down the stairs.
I set the last glass plate at the table then walked back to the counter.
"It's on the porch, I cleaned the blood off of it."
His foot steps slowed but he still headed toward the kitchen.
I'd spent all day cooking steaks and sides, so had to say I was pretty proud of myself.
Setting the potato's down on the table I wiped my hands on my sides.
My red hair was up in a bun but a wild strand had broken free.
I tucked it behind my ear as Father came into the room.
"Smells good too bad I have to patrol tonight." He said gruffly, making his way into the kitchen.
I turned with a knowing smile toward the counter and picked up the large pan with effort,
