The Bronthil's ethereal teeth shuddered around Adam's neck. This guttural, commanding tone shouldn't have come from a human child, but from a Dreadthil—one of the rare alphas born into its species. Somehow, it understood the human's words as if he had howled their meaning.
The wrathful wrinkles around its snout eased, and for a moment, it sniffed Adam's scent. Not human—not entirely. Bestial, weaker species untouched by magic, thousands of them in a single being. And... something else that chilled its blood.
How?
Its golden eyes widened as the anomaly struck it like a blow on the muzzle. It stepped back onto the stone table, glaring at Adam. But it wasn't smart, only an apprentice-tier beast, unable to hide the fear gripping its legs.
