Aerial Battle III

“What happened?” Alpha Dylan Cain swung his claws when an orc rider tried to reach for him.

With one swing of his claws, the orc’s body was cut into half while the crimson flame of his griffin torched the phantom’s body. The blood alpha knew that his crimson-flame-breathing griffin made a lot of contribution to his survival rate.

On the other hand, the young alpha of the reinforcement team adapted through a series of near-death close calls. For the first time, his mother’s words rung inside his arrogant mind and for once he realized the context of the responsibility of bearing the alpha title —it was not a mere symbol of an alpha bloodline but a burden to protect the weaker ones and oneself. It took a life-and-death situation to make him realize it. Somehow, the young alpha did not know what to think of his parents anymore about sending him to the northernmost borders. He was torn between gratitude and shame.

Alpha Liam of the Night Prowlers Pack met Alpha Dylan’s eyes before the latt