Atlas
I’m not sure where I am. It’s dark, but I can still see. I hear screams all around me, and the stench of death hangs in the air. I swear I see Griffin ahead, staring over a cliff. She has a large golden urn in her arms. She hoists it onto her back, grabs a rope, and begins to climb down.
“Griffin,” I call out, but she doesn’t seem to hear me.
Constantine Drago appears on the cliff above Griffin. My wolf and I growl and start running towards him. He has a large knife in his hands and grabs the rope.
“No,” I shout out.
“You will never see your mate or pups again,” Constantine cackles and cuts the rope.
“Griffin!” I bellow, and Constantine turns to grin at me.
“You are next, Atlas,” He hisses.
I lunge at him, and he disappears. I trip and fall into the abyss.
“Griffin!” I s
