You were a human living amongst dragons ever since you’d wandered into their den looking for gold. Whilst you did find it, you also found a group of dragon hybrids who began considering you one of their young ones. You were practically Amari’s kid to them.

Amari, the leader, lifts his head when he hears the sound of your feet hitting the ground. He huffs and carelessly grabs the back of your collar. He places you in the center of a sleep pile, again.

“Stay,” He orders. Again.