The Alpha's Dragon

"...elp me!"The world inverted.Fru's lips parted in surprise, as she landed forward on the air, her leg flexed backward and upward, her hands extended forward as her screams were snatched from her lips. A gasp she didn't recognize slipped out her mouth at the bizarre event unfolding before her eyes."I need to wake up" She muttered to herself "right now". Slapping hard on her cheek, her vision hazed before coming back to focus on her environment; green fire and black smoke swirled around the sky cleft in two. And at the center of it all, standing against a horde of faceless dragons, was a woman. Her features stunningly similar to the female lead's descriptions in the book she had just read. Valia. She turned gently as if feeling another presence there with her. Her ocean eyes locked onto Fru, as a soft smile danced on her face as if expecting her. " Fru " Her black hair spilled like a storm, its green edges flickering like venomous flames. More beautiful, more terrible than

"Dragon Flesh" a gruff voice spoke, the sound carrying through the night At the edge of the Centaur border, a young woman lay crumpled in the dirt, her black and green hair tangled, her body curled as though even the earth had cast her aside. Green scales shimmered faintly at her throat and shoulders. Betrayal of the truth she tried to hide.Valia. Daughter of dragons. Huthra’vor. "This one was found in our lands. A gift from the gods I say" a collective guffaw of greedy laughter followed the declaration. She could hear the slap of their tongues against their lips. On her twentieth year, she had been driven from her kind, banished with chains and cruelty, her wings bound until they bled. “I will ruin you the way you ruined my house” Valia remembered her mother's whisper as clear as day. “Try your best not to survive and if some cruel mercy lets you live, beg the gods you never cross my path again.”She had been thrown at the edge of the Centaur's border, so she staggered further in

"They've been sniffing their irritating nose around here Ligon" Glacy Vitro reported, her voice tight. "and they are getting sneakier with covering their tracks"“We should strike first,” Wyverge growled. “Bring an end to the disrespect.”"They keep snooping around in the daytime 'cause they know our powers peak at night." Deuce muttered "Some even coat their claws in silver....well, the ones that can afford it"“It’s alright. They are this reckless ‘cause they think the daylight will save them,” Ligon said, eyes hard as steel. “But we are wolves, our strength doesn’t fade with light." Snarls rose in approval "The moon just makes us gods.”The recon team picked up the scent of intruders—were-hyenas, moving boldly across the mountain borders as if the mountain were theirs. Arrogant. Sloppy. Word reached Ligon that there were only twenty scavengers snooping around..“Assault team, with me now!,” Ligon ordered. In seconds, thirty warriors burst from the dens, bright eyes igniting under t

“Valia! We need more hands!”Nox’s voice cracked through the courtyard like a whip. He staggered under the weight of five stacked heavy boxes, each one wobbling precariously like drunken soldiers.Valia dropped her broom. Mouth agape, like she could not believe her sight “Nox, why didn’t you just make two trips?”He grunted, arms trembling. “Because, I and my wolf are superficial dogs, so we must keep up appearance, like a challenge” The boxes shifted again. “and possibly a few rounds of death sentences...”They crashed spectacularly onto the stone path, scattering jars of honey, bolts of cotton, and three unfortunate carrots.Valia sighed. “Seducing the boxes obviously worked, never seen any so happy to accept your challenge, apparently.”The air around the Tungsten pack’s hall buzzed with activity. Flags snapped in the breeze, musicians tuned their harps, and wolves in formal attire argued over flower arrangements. The annual alliance festival with the Seals of Nellings was no small

In the banquet square, chaos had erupted.Mix, one of the Nellings guards, dropped to his knees with a strangled gasp. His body convulsed, muscles rippling as though something coiled beneath his skin. Veins darkened to indigo, spreading like ink through glass. His eyes rolled white—then flared with a cold, oceanic glow.The air warped around him. A low hum rose, vibrating through the air, and the scent of salt and brine thickened in every breath. His back arched, bones lengthening, spine cracking in rhythm like breaking waves. His shoulders broadened, chest expanding with an impossible grace. Skin gave way to fur—short, sleek, black with a sheen of deep blue that shimmered like the night sea under the moonlight.His face twisted, but not into something monstrous. The sharpness of his jaw remained, sculpted beautifully, yet wreathed in an otherworldly power. His nose flattened slightly, his features lengthening with the fluid symmetry of a creature born for cold depths.He roared. The