The Ice Dragons listened intently, their hearts beating with every word that left Max's mouth.
They did not know why, but his words felt like a fresh breeze, stirring their exhausted souls. After so many years of suppression and being hunted down, with their numbers dwindling to barely one hundred, they had grown tired in a way that settled deep into their bones. The moment their bloodline awakened and they tasted that newfound strength, their bodies craved more.
They felt happy.
For the first time in a long time.
Yet nobody spoke. Their eyes fell on Rosalia. As the previous chief's daughter, she had the most authority here, and after all, they had just found out that she was carrying Max's child now. They wanted her to choose whether to forgive him or cast him out of their clan.
