Taming the Beast

Rhea’s POV

*I am not a threat,* I silently repeat to myself as the massive beast steps forward. *I am a friend.*

The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife. Onyx lowers his blocky head. He sniffs my outstretched fingers, his wet nose grazing my skin. I hold my breath, keeping my posture still. Then, to everyone's jaw-dropping shock, the giant dog's aggressive posture melts away.