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Her shoulder blades gave way for wings which unfolded from her back and flapped against the night air excitedly.

When she raised her head again the only thing that looked the same about her was those stunning green eyes, which peered out at both of them with expectation and longing for the sky. He knew that look. He seen that look in his own eyes, both in his human form and as a dragon.

Now, having seen Maggie shift, Hudson couldn’t make his own shift fast enough and it looked like Levi couldn’t either. He watched as Levi transformed before the both of them, becoming a massive dragon with scales as brilliantly golden as his flaxen hair, which was just about as brilliant as the sun. Hudson shifted into his dragon and couldn’t help wishing that he was a more interesting color. In his dragon form, Hudson was coal black, just like his mostly messy thick hair was when he was in his human form.

The only part of him with any color was his strong blue eyes, which shone out like a beacon in the dark. After a moment, he didn’t worry about what he must look like compared to Levi’s impressive form. He did not worry about anything. That was always what it was like when he became his dragon. The stresses and worries and insecurities that he carried around with him from day to day melted away and he was left with the burning feeling of absolute comfort nestled like a closely guarded ember deep inside of his chest.

The dragon that was Levi nodded at the both of them and then took wing, getting a running start before soaring off of the edge of the cliff their camp was perched on. Maggie looked back at him with her warm green eyes and made a soft noise deep in her throat, a noise full of pleasure, before following Levi’s example and taking flight. Hudson was the last of the three dragons to take off and he paused for a moment to watch his two companions gliding across the thickly-veiled sky.

Sometimes the life of a shifter was a hard one, with more fear and need for protection than a normal human would ever have use of, but on nights like this he would not have traded his life and who he was for anything; not for all of the money and all of the glory in the world. On nights like this, he knew that he was exactly what he was supposed to be and he felt a calm wash over him that told him there was no kind of adversary that would ever be able to defeat him.

With this knowledge, he began to run, to sprint toward the cliff’s edge with his wings spread wide. At the very last moment he took to the air and shut his eyes briefly as the air blew over his body. This was what it was to be perfectly, wholly at home. He hoped to god that Maggie could feel it too. Something told him that she could.