Fleur
The council. It was the only possible explanation for the absolute freak of nature that appeared below the clouds above me. Roughly dragon in shape, its wicked long claws directed at me as it swooped down towards me. I appraised it quickly. Yep, dragon at least in part but it wasn’t just a dragon. A frill of what looked oddly like orange fur surrounded its neck. The teeth it snapped were longer than any I had ever seen.
The teeth of a saber.
The damn Mad One had been doing her experiments again, this time with what I suspected was a saber toothed lion. I racked my brain to try and remember if any of the Sabers Mc had reported anyone missing in the last few years and came back blank. Not that they were the only sabers in the country. There were other secret pockets of those anci
