That evening, everyone was resting by the stream.
Taking advantage of the fact that everyone was fast asleep, Ophelia secretly brought Zerev and Tyler into her spatial realm.
Inside the space, the three little dragon cubs caught their scent and hurriedly came to greet them. The cubs had been growing rapidly. Originally tiny, they were now noticeably plumper, looking almost like fluffy little lion dogs.
Zerev bent down, scooped up the pale gold female cub, and planted a kiss on her. "My good girl, did you miss your father?"
The usually aloof and aristocratic young master unconsciously softened his voice, adopting a sweet, coaxing tone when facing his adorable daughter.
