Atlas
Griffin and I walk hand in hand outside to speak without warriors. My mind is still a mess from what her brothers projected into my mind. The images of my poor mother being ripped apart while Zephyr watched, and then my father faltering. I shake my head and squeeze Griffin’s hand.
“Are you alright?” She asks softly and looks at me with those red eyes.
“The images keep flashing through my mind Griffin,” I respond softly. I have to keep it together to save face in front of my warriors. Dalton had them gather in the field behind the packhouse. I look out to face them and see some still appear white-eyed and afraid.
My gamma walks over to me. “Jed told me that Griffin’s brothers traumatized some of our warriors,” Dalton eyes my mate.
Griffin presses her lips together. “They were h
