Chapter 184 Tale Of The Blood Alpha

• Alpha Cameron, who saw the scene in his peripheral vision, remembered the name of the blood alpha and why he was dubbed as one. If the people of the wolven continent dubbed the crimson alpha for his blood-like fur that was out of the ordinary, they knew the blood alpha was earned because of the blood he spilled during the wartime against witches. Pulling the reins of his griffin, Alpha Cameron let his griffin skydive to the bottom of the cliff—his stance ready to catch the free-falling blood alpha who fell after swinging his half-transformed claws. Alpha Dylan’s griffin was too far away and Alpha Cameron knew that before the alpha’s griffin could reach its owner, the blood alpha would succumb to the piercing stones that surrounded the northernmost coast. The port was long gone.
• Reaching for his hand, Alpha Cameron knelt atop his gray-feathered griffin. His griffin was still diving towards the stones that would surely kill them if they fell. Against the wind and the force pulling them, Alpha Cameron yelled. “Alpha Dylan! Reach out your hands!”
• Alpha Dylan grinned at Alpha Cameron before reaching out his left hand which was now back to normal. A calloused hand grasped Alpha Cameron and upon the contact, the latter pulled the blood alpha as he maneuvered his reins—barely missing out the deathly stones on the surface with two meters. The sound of his griffin flapping its powerful wings toward the northern sky made Alpha Cameron sigh in relief.