Zack:
'Alpha, the griffins are in retreat.'
I ripped the wing off the griffin I was fighting and let him run away covered in blood. He wasn't going to make it back to the mountains anyway unless he stopped the bleeding somehow.
I turned and looked over at Peter, who was struggling to get the feathers out of his fur. I knelt down and helped him pull them off before nodding to him to signal that we were safe. He grinned and barked before running off to check on either his warriors or Pearl.
Speaking of mates, Freya wasn't responding to my mind links. I kept sending messages that weren't getting through, as if she'd a mind lock, which made no sense since communication was vital at the moment.
Fear spread through me as doubts ran through my mind. Was she injured? Had she been
