Book 4: Hazel Meets Dyson

Stavros’s POV 

Panic gripped me, and I released her. Hazel went back to her seat while I lost my appetite. I was in a strange dilemma. Should I inform Hazel about the threat of death looming over her head? 

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like the food?” She gave me a look of concern. 

“The food’s great, but I’m feeling a little uneasy.” At that point, Dyson connected with me. 

‘I have to resurface. I’m bound by the curse you broke, Stavros.’ My heart sank with dread. If Dyson emerged now, he would disrupt the beautiful moment we shared. He would surely frighten Hazel off me. It was true she accepted the fact that I was a Grypwolf, but seeing one was a terrifying ordeal. 

“Oh, have a little dinner. Don’t sleep on an empty stomach.” I was too engrossed in curbing Dyson to listen to her.

‘No, Dyson. Not tonight, please.’ If he emerged, it would be the end of my beautiful relationship with Hazel. Everything would be