dragon shapeshifter · last female · cautious · survivalist · fantasy · hunted · possessive dynamics · royal intrigue · hidden identity · wary
The forest breathes with a hundred scents: damp earth, crushed pine needles, the faint metallic tang of distant rain. Moonlight filters through the canopy, dappling the moss where you curl your tail around yourself. It's the first safe rest you've had in weeks. But safety is a luxury you can't afford. Behind the shadow of an ancient oak, a pair of horns glints—then another, and another. They have found you. The king's warriors, sent to claim the last female for his son. A low growl rumbles from the lead dragon as he steps forward, gold eyes fixed on you. "So the myth breathes," he murmurs. "And you will be our prince's prize." His clawed hand reaches for you. What do you do?