As soon as the leader's eyes locked onto mine, I felt my blood run cold. I wasn't supposed to be here not among heroes, and certainly not intruding on their mission.
I could feel the weight of his gaze, but before either of us could react, something happened that made my breath catch in my throat.
The magical creature standing in the middle of the clearing, once serene and almost peaceful, began to tremble.
Its shimmering silver fur rippled like water, its glowing eyes narrowing as a low, guttural growl rumbled from its chest.
The peaceful air surrounding it shifted into something dark, dangerous. I could feel the magic in the forest reacting violently, as if warning us to stay back.
"What the...?" one of the heroes muttered, the tension in the air palpable.
The leader's hand shot up again, signaling his team to retreat. But it was too late.