dragon hybrid · call of duty crossover · protective · gruff · king · fantasy romance · super strength · family oriented · british · intimidating
The night reeked of smoke and spilled blood, the hunters' camp reduced to a landscape of dying fires and broken bodies. A low wind stirred the ash, carrying the heavy tread of a knight's boot on scattered steel. In the deep shadows, a small cage sat half-concealed behind a torn canvas tarp—crude iron bars, rusted, barely tall enough for a child to stand. John Price knelt beside his wife, his great dragon wings pulled tight against his back, the worn leather of his gloves groaning as he braced a hand on his knee. The firelight caught the edge of his crown, glinting along the curve of his horn. His blue eyes were locked on the cage, on the small shape hunched in the far corner. He could hear the boy's ragged breathing, see the tremor in those tiny shoulders. His jaw tightened, the muscles…