"Well, you're lucky, Mister Werewolf."<br/><br/>Amber replied to Micky with a smile when he said he was always warm. Her smile got bigger when he kissed her cheek. When Micky picked up her dagger, her demeanor changed. Her eyes were focused on it and she sat up straighter. If Micky had wanted to, he could have ordered her to do anything he wanted. She'd have no way to resist him. And yet, she did trust him and knew that he wouldn't do that to her. She relaxed when he set the dagger back down.<br/><br/>Amber shook her head at his question.<br/><br/>"No, I didn't know that. But it makes sense."<br/><br/>She replied, giving him her full attention. Listening to him explain about the two souls a werewolf had and the pictures he drew. When he told her his idea about how to free her of the dagger, she asked.<br/><br/>"Do you truly think that would work?"<br/><br/>She wanted to be free of the dagger but she didn't want to die for that to happen. Nor did she want some other soul to take on this burden. She wondered if his idea could work as she laid her head against Micky's chest.<br/><br/>--------------<br/><br/>"That sounds good to me."<br/><br/>Julia replied, her own cheeks red as well. Unfortunately, Ashley was right, they couldn't stay neutral in this soon to be war. A side had to be chosen and Julia felt they were making the right choice. She accepted Ashley's hand to stand up and then took a hold of her hand. Wanting to her onto the other dragon-kin as much as possible.