- Nikolai Volkov:
The sound of excited squeals and tiny wings beating through the air made me laugh like I hadn't laughed in ages.
Alexei's siblings, Sofya, Misha, and his youngest brother—Luka—had just transformed into their dragon forms, and their tiny, cat-sized bodies zoomed around me like little fireflies, leaving trails of golden sparkles in their wake.
Sofya was a delicate shade of pastel blue, her wings just barely translucent as they fluttered like butterfly wings around me.
Misha, on the other hand, was a brilliant emerald green with flecks of gold shimmering in his scales.
Luka, the littlest of them all, was a warm, earthy brown with a mischievous look in his golden eyes that mirrored Alexei's.
They were adorable—like little mythical creatures from a fairytale that had come to life right before me.
