Book 4: Restraining Dyson

Stavros’s POV 

I sped on my snowmobile far away from Hazel's house. Dyson took over as I crossed Lake Lucia, a tiny frozen lake in a secluded area off the main roads. I was now transformed into an ugly Grypwolf, breathing fire. Thankfully, I was far away from Hazel now. I could sense Dyson fighting with Vyros to the surface and had to escape abruptly. 

Stopping the snowmobile, I took shelter near a snowy ledge. With the pack’s hunters on the prowl, I couldn’t risk my life. No one in their right senses would believe who I actually was. Shifters here in Lucania had no idea about the Grypwolves. They were an extinct species inhabiting the Pindus Mountains in Europe. 

I took deep breaths to calm the dragon in me. He couldn’t react this way every time I was near Hazel. There has to be a way to stop Dyson. ‘Go back inside Dyson! Talking, touching, or kissing my mate shouldn’t invoke your wrath. It’s wrong and against the curse! I’ll consul