Fate Wrote His Name
Foolish boy.
A growl rumbled in my chest, echoing through the cavern. I leaned in, lowering my face just inches from his. “You don’t understand what you’ve done, human. I am not your savior. I am not your protector.” My claws dug into the stone, cracking it. “I am the last of my kind. And if I wished it, I could turn you to ash with a single breath.”
He didn’t move.
Didn’t even flinch.
And then, to my utter surprise, he smiled.