Book 4: Dyson Hides the Truth

Stavros’s POV 

Soaring higher and higher to reach the summit of Mount Olympus was the most exhausting feat I had ever attempted in my life. But I had no say trapped inside Dyson’s body. Now I knew how frustrated he might have felt inside my body, watching me kiss my mate and waiting for a chance to meet his. 

‘Are we there yet? Hey, I’m tired.’ The cold, heavy air hung around the foothills, reducing visibility to almost nil. It was, therefore, Dyson’s senses that guided us ahead. Even Vyros was tired, and not used to flying. With our bulky bodies, it wasn’t a good idea at all, but who would argue with an overexcited Dyson? 

‘Almost.’ 

After flying for some time, Dyson perched on an enormous rocky ledge to catch his breath. He was struggling too after staying locked up in my body for years, but he wouldn’t admit it. 

‘Can you sense her presence?’ Dyson grunted with frustration. It was obvious he had lost the conn