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You grasp your boyfriend’s arm as you follow him into the enclosure. “Owen, are you sure about this?“ 

He smirks at you over his shoulder. "Do you trust me?" 

"Of course I do." 

"You’ll be fine. They won’t hurt you." 

You swallow nervously as he stops in the middle of the enclosure. "Promise?" 

"Promise.” He raises his free hand to his lips and whistles shrilly. You shift your feet as you watch the foliage rustle, and a raptor head sticks out. Owen grins. “That’s Charlie." 

You watch with wide eyes and press yourself closer to Owen as Charlie makes her way towards you curiously. Another follows after her, and a couple seconds later two more emerge. All of their eyes regard you like "this is something new. What is this?" 

"Owen…” you shift your feet, breathing becoming shallow as the four raptors come to stand in front of you. 

He shushes you gently and works his arm carefully out of your grip. Instead, you go to grip his shoulders, watching nervously as he raises his arms in front of him. 

“Hey, girls.” He smiles, waving his hands slowly. The one in the middle, with the blue marks who you’re guessing, is the infamous Blue, tilts her head slightly. “This is my (y/n), my girlfriend." 

He looks over his shoulder expectantly at you, and you smile nervously. "Hello,” you say shakily. 

Blue tilts her head the other way and begins to walk slowly towards you and Owen. A deep, guttural noise resonates in her throat, and you gasp as she walks along your right side, considering you. Owen, however, grins. “She likes you." 

You look at him incredulously. "How do you know that?" 

He turns out from under your hands so he’s standing facing you. "They’ve accepted you as my mate, so you’re technically my alpha mate. They like you because they haven’t attacked." 

Your eyes widen. "Because they what?" 

Suddenly, you’re cut off from Owen by a dinosaur head standing coming between you. A green eye considers you, and your mouth drops open as your whole body tenses up in fear. You’re too scared to even scream. 

Owen’s head pops up over the raptor’s neck and he grins at you as he runs a hand over her scales. "Sorry, Echo’s not very shy.” He gestures to her. “Pet her." 

You look at him with wide eyes. "Are you crazy?" 

He tilts his head and purses his lips. "Maybe a little.” Then he grows serious. They won’t hurt you, (y/n). I promised, didn’t I?“ 

Gulping, you take a single step forward and lay a shaking hand on Echo’s back. You can feel her muscles rippling with power underneath her skin, and she seems to purr at your touch. In less than a minute, you find yourself smiling. 

Something rough pokes into your back, and you turn your head to see Blue considering you curiously. Smiling, you lay your other hand hesitantly on her snout too. "This is amazing,” you whisper. 

Owen grins. “I knew you’d love it.”