The air inside the cryo-pod hissed, a sharp, clinical sound that signaled the end of my long sleep. I stumbled out, my legs feeling like lead, only to find the colony ship Aurelia silent. No klaxons, no automated greetings—just the low, rhythmic thrum of a failing engine and the smell of ozone. I wasn’t alone.
He stepped into the light, his tail lashing behind him with a predatory grace. "I am Vraxol. And you, little human, are the only thing standing between me and the end of my exile." Alien Beast by Luna Hunter
"You're awake," he rumbled. The vibration of his voice didn't just hit my ears; it rattled my ribcage. The air inside the cryo-pod hissed, a sharp,
"Who are you?" I managed to whisper, clutching my thin thermal blanket as if it could protect me from a predator that looked like he could snap the ship’s hull in two. I wasn’t alone
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