Book 4: Chaos in Dragon Land

Stavros’s POV 

I reached the airport of Ioannina after a day. My destination was Aramaic, Gavriil’s kingdom on Mount Aramaic, a peak near Smolikas, the second-highest mountain peak in Greece. The trek was treacherous, and I wrapped my backpack around my body and shifted into my wolf. It would help me cover the distance faster. 

This time, Dyson helped me seek Gavriil. Maybe he was eager to get out of my body. He led me to the stunning Drakolimni Lake, its shores showcasing reddish boulders, dirt, and gravel. 

The dragons had been living in this area for decades.

‘I don’t see a thing here!’ I groaned, my limbs aching from the constant traveling. 

‘Look in front of you. That’s Mount Aramaic. The dragons live in the caves adorning the mountain peak.’ 

I was dead tired and took refuge in a cave, hunting a lynx and filling my stomach. I was used to living in this way for days with Zephyrus. 

‘I’ll pr