The wind howled through the dense forest, whipping through the trees like a wild beast. Yrsa crouched low, her keen eyes scanning the darkening sky. The once-feared dragon hunter, now an outcast, had found solace in the very creatures she once hunted. Beside her, Wisteria, an albino night fury with scales as pale as moonlight, shifted restlessly, her pale red eyes reflecting the last traces of daylight.

Yrsa’s hand instinctively reached out to soothe the dragon, her touch a silent reassurance. They were far from the prying eyes of those who would never understand—two outcasts bound by fate, hiding from the world that had once been theirs to conquer. But tonight, something felt different, a tension in the air that neither hunter nor dragon could ignore.

Yrsa’s breath hung in the air like mist as she whispered, “Stay close, Wisteria. We’re not alone out here.”