The Pregnant Fox And The Dragon King
But his eyes were the worst part—piercing, fiery amber eyes with slit pupils that glowed in the dark fog.
A purebred Dragon.
The guard leader stepped forward, bowing low.
"We brought the Fox, Your Highness. Just as Master Julian promised."
The Dragon King did not say a word. He walked toward me, his leather boots crunching against the snow. His heavy predator aura hit the clearing so hard that even Julian's guards stepped back in fear. My Fox ears pinned flat against my head instinctively, my whole body trembling against the ground.
He stopped right in front of me, looking down at my dirty clothes, my wrapped hand, and my bruised face.