Introduction: She woke up screaming as her bones started to break.Swift-River was a druid commander. Practical. Analytical. In control. Then her dragon blood ignited — and control became a joke. Now she's growing wings that shred through her shoulder blades, horns that crack through her skull, and a voice that can bend minds whether she wants it to or not.The timing couldn't be worse. The dracolich she helped kill is back, raising armies of the dead. Shadow creatures are harvesting souls across the realm. And somewhere in the noble courts, a Puppet Master is pulling strings toward something far worse than war.She has Zirien, whose magic answers hers in ways neither of them expected. She has orc warlords who'd rather die than kneel, and druids who aren't sure if she's their savior or their next threat. She has enemies who want her power — or her corpse.And she has a dragon inside her that's tired of being caged.The dead are walking. The shadows are hungry. And Swift-River is done apologizing for the fire in her blood.Book Two of The Enchanted Expanse(Dark Fantasy | Transformation | Female Lead | Found Family | Grimdark | Romance Subplot)...