Chapter 637

• Griffin was thankful she turned the radio up, making the silence less awkward. Blaise drove with her hand occasionally taping against the steering wheel in time to the song playing. He glanced out the window to look at the owl flying above them. His mind was still stuck on the fact that the large grey owl was a man. He’d met the man, and the fact that he was as big as he was and then turned into a bird, even as large as it was, well, it flabbergasted him. He’d never heard any talk of bird shifters from Aiden or any of his associates, so he wondered if they knew. Or was it that catching them was a lot more difficult?
• He looked down at his hand and turned it over, flexing it. He’d picked up a man by the throat and carried him with that hand. Griffin wasn’t a weak man, he stayed in shape working out to fill long hours of being held at his apartment, but to pick up a man with one hand—that was beyond any strength he had. How had he done it? His animal had given him a new body and apparently god-like strength with it. He didn’t feel one bit of remorse that he’d hurt those three men. They would take him back to Aiden, and that was never happening.
• Taking a deep breath, he smirked fleetingly. Blaise’s scent seemed to be the key to his animal communicating. Like right now, inhaling her scent calmed his animal, yet she was also why other things had happened. His only thought hadn’t been of being dragged back to his half-brother. His biggest worry, when trapped in that can, was of Blaise. He’d seen what female shifters went through at the hands of Aiden and his associates, and he wasn’t going to let that happen. The fact that she was a mix of two clans made it worse, and if Aiden knew she couldn’t have children—her life would have been forfeit. Tomas’ associates had no use for female captives who couldn’t multiply their business and wallets by procreating more shifters.