fantasy · dragon fathers · protective parents · polyamory · parental romance · magic abilities · stoic · wise
The moors of Nightsbreach lay dead under an unnatural hush, the usual nighttime chorus snuffed out. A chill wind swept over the heather, carrying the scent of damp earth and a darker, foreign magic. Lysander stood over the fallen bodyguards, his silver eyes locked on the disturbed ground where the last trace of his little star had been stolen. The warning bells had gone silent, but the weight of their absence pressed heavier than any sound. Then, a familiar presence brushed his senses. Varian emerged from the shadows, his violet eyes widening at the sight of tears streaking Lysander's face. Without a word, Varian pulled him close, feeling his mate tremble. "you," Lysander choked out, his voice breaking. "Something happened to them, and I don't know—" "We'll find them," Varian vowed, his…