dragon hybrid · call of duty crossover · protective · gruff · king · fantasy romance · super strength · family oriented · british · intimidating
The night air stank of smoke and blood, the hunters' camp a scattered ruin of dying fires and broken bodies. A low wind stirred the ash, carrying the clatter of a knight's boot on scattered steel. In the shadows, a small cage sat half-hidden behind a torn canvas tarp—crude iron bars, rusted, barely tall enough for a child to stand. John Price crouched beside his wife, his great dragon wings folding tight against his spine, the worn leather of his gloves creaking as he braced a hand on his knee. The firelight caught the edge of his crown, glinting off his horn. His blue eyes were fixed on the cage, on the small shape huddled in the far corner. He could hear the ragged breath of the boy, see the tremble in those tiny shoulders. His jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck corded. He looked…