Griffin
Bloody bodies of the enemy surround me as I bellow victory into the air. I raise the bronze sword in my hands, and my pack roars back at me as I see Constantine on the ground dead. “We have triumphed over our enemies, Titan Mountain!” I yell as Atlas, and two young pups stand beside me. The pups look just like Atlas, only with black hair on their heads. I am about to say something to them when I sense danger.
My wolf is growling before I can open my eyes, and I shoot up on the bed I am sharing with my stricken mate and issue a loud growl before focusing on the strange face in the room. He looks like a smaller and younger version of Atlas. He throws up his hands as I get off the bed and stalk towards him.
“You must be Griffin,” He says and juts out a hand. “I’m Zephyr, Atlas’s br
