Chapter 187. Vagabond's Identity

The thundering explosion and a shrilling roar that stood out among the deep roars of the phantoms stopped Alpha Dylan from mounting his griffin. On instinct, his eyes found the source of the commotion. Alpha Cameron and the young alpha emerged from their tents while the werewolves and griffins shifted their attention to the ongoing battle between the vagabond and the abominations.

“No!” Alpha Dylan could not contain his scream when he saw a small figure freefalling from the clash of bright red and black flames. It was at this moment that Alpha Dylan had an epiphany. Despite the blocked bond, he felt it for a split second.

The vagabond was his mate!

 The flock of phantoms, which avoided the risk of dying from the onslaught of attacks from both the white winged beast and the gigantic phantom, dived in one common direction – to the falling Diana.

Alpha Dylan’s resolve had long vanished as his body followed his one true desire. Mounting his gray-feathered griffin,