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Apollo looked Adam in the eye, his eyes forming into those of his griffon. The large slits of his eyes narrowed horizontally, picking up Adam’s heart rate and flushed skin. Adam, on the outside, remained stoic, his body language showing he was the Alpha Dragon of this Tribe. On the inside, he was crumbling.

 Warriors growled out, some holding spears, while others shifted. “You killed ‘ya mother and ‘ya fathar, killed an entire tribe because of yar greed.” Apollo’s finger pointed at Adam. “An entire tribe wiped out because of tha black magic laced with blood of dragons,” he hissed. Yer a traditor to yer kind!"

Adam had worked hard to keep up the façade of a caring Alpha status with the rest of the tribe. He made sure the dragons were fed; the women were taken care of, and they flourished. Most of all, he had the warriors eating out of his hand the way he would reward them with gold and precious stones. As long as he had his warriors, he would remain unstoppable.<