The Wolf took a single step into the room, looking around slowly. “I heard yelling,” the Wolf said, his voice restrained, barely controlled.
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Phaedra tried to say no, but with the Wolf’s eyes focused on her like they were, all she could do was give a light little squeak. Just one breath. It was all she needed. Just one. If she could just get one little gasp of air, maybe she could talk again.
The Wolf reached down and put a hand on the side of her head. She gave another little whimper and tried not to imagine his fingers wrapping around and then tearing the small horns from her skull. Or crushing her head like a grape. Or just slowly digging a claw into her skull and cutting it open inch by inch while she screamed. Or--
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Phaedra finally managed to inhale. “N-no!” she yelled before breaking into a fit of coughing. She lifted a hand up to her mouth, covering it. “No! I had it under control, Daddy! Why did you break my door?”
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Fenrir blinked a few times before glancing around the room. He then turned to her and crossed his arms. “Is that really the story you’re going with, dear?”
Phaedra gulped and then looked around. The broken shelving, the torn up bed, the cracks in the wall. She shrunk down a little bit before nervously poking her fingers together. “P-promise not to be mad at me, Daddy?”
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Fenrir’s gaze lowered to the blanket. “Phaedra, get up.”
Phaedra shook her head. “N-no.”
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Phaedra didn’t move aside from closing her eyes and cowering from him, tears beginning to fall down her face.
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Phaedra gulped and slowly opened her eyes, looking up at him. “I-I can handle her. Y-you said I could have her. U-uncle Obby b-brought her for me, didn’t he? W-why can’t I d-do what I want with her?”
Fenrir gave a soft sigh before glancing down at the blanket covering the dragon. “Very well. What did you do?”
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Fenrir gave a light, amused chuckle. “I see. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice that she was now something you could hide under your blankets?”
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Fenrir gave a soft sigh before standing and walking over to her shelves. He leaned down to pick up one of the partially shredded stuffed animals, then tossed it aside. “Are you certain you have this handled?”
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She cringed when the Wolf’s claw reached out, gripping one of the shelves and crushing it to tinder in his hand. For a moment she wondered if she had gone too far. However, after a moment he took a slow, careful breath before turning to face her. “Very well, my little lamb chop. I trust you will keep everything well in hand.” Fenrir then walked back to her before kneeling. She cringed when he reached out to cup the side of her head, gently stroking a thumb under her eyes again. “You are not a laughing stock. You are my daughter. There is nothing wrong with being a sheep. If your mother was still with us, she’d--”This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.
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Fenrir cringed before, very slowly, giving a nod. “She would have. I’m so very sorry for worrying about my baby girl,” he said in a teasing tone before leaning in to kiss her forehead.
Phaedra pulled back before he could, however. “Daaaaaad… not in front of the guards,” she said, her cheeks burning. “I’m a grown demon now.”
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Fenrir just gave a light laugh before getting to his feet. “Fine, fine. No more yelling, though. I’ll… have this door fixed soon.” He turned to leave, before pausing. “And dragon. Know this. If you so much as leave a single scratch on my daughter, I will not hesitate to unleash a hell upon--”
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Fenrir gave another soft sigh before shaking his head. “Very well. I love you, my little lamb chop.”
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Fenrir gave a frustrated yell, but she didn’t hear him doing anything so she hoped that meant he’d accepted her choice. For now. She let out a sigh of relief…
Which was replaced with a grunt when suddenly the blanket under her rose up, sending her head over hooves on the ground. She stared upside down at the dragon, who was still glaring at her. At least she hadn’t grown again. “Pet?” Yroth asked, her voice filled with barely contained rage.
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Yroth spread her wings and started to walk towards her. A wicked grin formed on her lips before she lifted up her right hand. “Here, let me sh--”
She was cut off when Phaedra hit her with her pillow. “Don’t even try that,” Phaedra said. “Sure, I’ll admit it was kind of funny when you did it to me the first time. But no. Bad dragon. Bad.”
Yroth blinked a few times, her eyes wide and staring at her. For a few moments she thought, finally, the dragon was going to believe her. She then shook her head and hmphed. “I see. Very well. I will tell you, but first, I want to know how.”
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Phaedra sighed and dropped back onto the bed before giving a low groan. “Oh, that’s a story. Can I just--”
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Phaedra gave a low, annoyed groan. It seemed she didn’t have much choice. “Fine. But I’m telling you the abridged version.”
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Yroth nodded before turning and sitting down incredibly hard. Hard enough that another leg on the bed crumbled and the bed’s padding shifted, tossing Phaedra off and onto the ground with a shriek.
Phaedra just laid there on the ground for a few seconds before giggling. “You did that on purpose,” she said.
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Well, if nothing else at least her prisoner-slash-only-living-friend would be comfortable during her story. Phaedra just wished she could be.