THIRD PERSON POVThe griffin lunged at Elizabeth, its sharp beak aimed at her. With a quick reflex, she dove to the side, narrowly escaping the creature's attack. As she rolled onto the ground, she spotted a fallen tree branch nearby. Gripping it tightly, she swung it at the griffin, hoping to ward it off and buy some time.The branch struck the griffin's wing, causing it to screech in pain and momentarily lose balance. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Elizabeth scrambled to her feet and sprinted towards Elliot, who was still struggling to restrain the other griffin.Elliot held onto the first griffin, using every ounce of strength to maintain his grip. He knew that if he let go, both he and Elizabeth would be in grave danger. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he struggled to maintain his composure and keep the griffin under control. The creature thrashed and clawed, its feathers ruffled and eyes filled with fury. Elliot tightened his grip, using every muscle in his body to r
DICKSON POVWe had hit the woods in search of Elizabeth even if we had come with an unexpected she-wolf. Miley had insisted that she was going to tag along even if I had tried to stop her.Miley, inferred and stubborn as ever, walked beside me with a fierce devotion in her eyes. Despite my attempts to dissuade her from joining us, she had insisted on coming along. There was no point in arguing further; Miley had always been headstrong and fiercely independent.I glanced at her briefly, taking in her features illuminated by the sunlight filtering through the trees. Her golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her emerald eyes sparkled with excitement.The echoes of our footsteps bounced off the trees, creating an eerie ambiance. Every snap of a twig made us pause, our senses heightened, as we listened for any sign of Elizabeth. It felt like an eternity as we pushed forward, the anticipation growing with every step."So, does she know everything about you?" Miley broke the silence.
DICKSON POVWe approached the small house, its windows illuminated by a flickering light. The scent of burning wood and a hint of something savory wafted through the air, enticing our senses.It seemed like a place of comfort amidst the uncertainty that surrounded us.As we entered, we found ourselves in a cozy living space. A fireplace crackled, casting a warm glow that danced on the walls. A table was set with a simple meal, and an elderly couple sat at the table, their eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and caution."We mean no harm," I assured them, my voice gentle yet firm. "We're just passing through and could use a moment of respite."The couple exchanged glances, assessing our presence. They seemed wary but not overtly hostile. The woman nodded, gesturing for us to take a seat at the table. "Please, help yourselves," she said, her voice filled with a mix of weariness, fear and hospitality."We would please want water!" I said while Miley sat beside me. The woman nodded a
DICKSON POV"Stay close to me, Miley," I whispered, my voice filled with heavy breathing. I knew we had to defend ourselves and find a way to out match them.I lunged forward, engaging the nearest rogue in a swift and calculated attack before shoving him towards the racks of arranged dusty books. With each strike, I aimed for vulnerable points, trying to disable them as quickly as possible.Miley followed suit, using her skill and quick reflexes to fend off the attackers.As the last rogue hit the floor, a silence fell over the room, broken only by the sound of our heavy breathing. Miley and I exchanged a quick glance, the unexpected turn of events still pumping through our veins. We knew this wasn't over yet."The rogues are clearly determined to catch that chick, she must know a lot!" Miley said sarcastically.I nodded in agreement, my eyes scanning the dimly lit room for any signs of movement. "No doubt about it," I replied, my voice low and cautious. "They wouldn't have sent this
THIRD PERSON POVFiona turned and swirled around her bed while she held her bed shit tightly. She seemed to be having a nightmare, Her face contorted with fear and distress. Sweat glistened on her forehead as she tossed and turned, trapped in the grips of her subconscious.In her dream, dark shadows loomed over her, their eerie presence filling the room. She felt a suffocating pressure weighing down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. Fiona's hands clenched the sheets as if seeking solace and grounding amidst the chaos of her nightmare.Whispers seemed to echo in the air, barely audible but menacing in their tone. The room grew colder, chilling her to the bone, while a severe sense of dread engulfed her mind. The nightmare seemed to consume her, trapping her within its sinister grasp.With a sudden jolt, Fiona's eyes snapped open, her body drenched in sweat. Panting heavily, she looked around her room, the remnants of the dream still clinging to her consciousness. Taking
THIRD PERSON POVFiona and Adele cautiously entered the Midnight pack, their eyes scanning the bustling surroundings. The pack was teeming with individuals, each engrossed in their own pursuits, but a sense of unease hung in the air. Despite the busyness, a palpable lack of happiness seemed to pervade the place.As Fiona and Adele steered through the crowded streets, they observed the weary expressions on the faces of the pack members. The weight of their struggles was evident in the lines etched across their brows and the weariness etched into their features. It was clear that many were here not by choice, but out of necessity.Fiona couldn't disdain why she felt like she was home and that what this people seemed to be hiding bugged her so much. As she and Adele continued their exploration, Fiona noticed whispered conversations and furtive glances exchanged among the pack members. It was as if they were all part of an intricate web of secrets, reluctant to reveal their true inten
THIRD PERSON POVFiona and Adele remained still and silent, their hearts pounding in their chests as the footsteps approached.Shadows danced on the walls of the alley as their pursuer grew nearer. They exchanged a tense glance, mentally preparing themselves for a possible confrontation.As the figure turned into the alley, Fiona's breath caught in her throat. It was just an old man.He shuffled along, his hunched figure casting long shadows in the dimly lit alley. Fiona and Adele relaxed their tense postures, realizing that their initial fear had been unfounded. The old man seemed oblivious to their presence, his focus on his own path.Fiona let out a sigh of relief, her body relaxing from the tensed atmosphere a few minutes ago. She glanced at Adele, who returned a reassuring smile. They had been on edge for far too long, constantly looking over their shoulders since they had stumbled into this unfamiliar part of Pack."I think this part would lead us to the other side of the pack
THIRD PERSON POVFiona's eyes fluttered open, and a faint glimmer of recognition sparkled in her gaze. However, as her vision cleared, it became apparent that she wasn't in the familiar comfort of her own home. The room she found herself in was foreign and unfamiliar. She blinked a few times, trying to process her surroundings, but confusion still clouded her thoughts.As she tried to make sense of her situation, a familiar voice broke through the haze. It was Scott's voice, and it brought a sense of relief amidst the uncertainty. She turned her head towards the direction of the sound, spotting him standing nearby."Scott?" she called out, her voice soft and hesitant. It seemed like she wanted confirmation that it was indeed him, as if he was a reassuring anchor in this puzzling moment.Scott stepped closer, his face mixed with both concern and relief. "Hey, Fiona," he replied gently. "Are you okay?"Fiona nodded slightly, a small frown forming as she tried to piece together what ha