I was stupid and very wrong.
He continues, “But I’ve been telling you for years that I’m not going anywhere, and I don’t want anyone else. I mean that. You’re mine, and I am so completely yours, Love.”
I nod. I know he means what he is saying, but I also know that a mate bond could overrule that. I’ve seen it happen to childhood sweethearts, to couples that have a really solid foundation, and to ones that have beentogether for years. One of them gets their mate, and it’s like none of that ever mattered. It has destroyed people, and as I said, it is the reason why I refused to commit to Coen or Dimitri.
For now, he’s mine though, and although I know that it’s going to eventually hurt like a mother fucker, I’m going to focus on the now and not let what could happen years from now affect the present.
Some people might call it denial.
Some people can fuck off.
Griff smiles, “Gargoyles don’t have mates either. If you’ll have me, then I’m yours.”
I grin. “Yep, you’re mine.”
This has actually turned out a lot better than I thought it would. The only one that I have to worry about losing is Coen, which will kill me. But in dragon years, he’s still really young, so hopefully I’ve got a while before I have to worry about him finding his mate.
My eyes connect with his, and he easily reads the worry in them.
“Really, Love. There’s nothing to worry about,” he tries to reassure me.
Griff suddenly grunts, and we all look over at him, confused. His eyes are open, but they have turned completely black.
“He’s having a vision,” Van says with a slight frown. “He’s never looked like that when he’s had a vision before.”
“Well, he’s never been able to move whole fucking cliffsides before,” Reed points out, his eyes on Griff.
“This is lasting longer than usual,” Raiden frowns. “They’re usually a lot shorter than this. Just brief flashes and then he’s back.”
“Why do I feel like this isn’t a good thing?” Coen asks with a frown.
“Because these days things are usually problems and not good things?” Van retorts dryly.
“Should we do something?” I ask. It feels like we should be doing something, not just standing here and watching him.
Reed shrugs, “There’s not really anything that we can do, except maybe make sure that he doesn’t collapse or something.”
Reed’s words prompt them all to move closer to Griff, as Reed himself stands behind him in case Griff does collapse, so that he can catch him.
Suddenly, Griff’s eyes clear.
“Shit,” he curses as he rubs his eyes.
“Well, that’s a good sign,” Coen comments sarcastically, and I chuckle.
Moving forward, I put my hand on Griff’s chest, “Are you okay? That looked pretty intense.”
Griff frowns, “It was really intense. The only other vision I’ve had like that is the one where I saw the hybrid chasing you.”
“So, the last proper vision that you had?” Doc questions thoughtfully.
Griff’s eyebrows dip down like he’s trying to remember, and he nods, “Yeah, actually it was. I’ve had feelings and things like that since then, but no proper visions since that one. Now that I think about it, I shouldn’t be having another vision at all. I never have them this close together.”
“We can figure it out. What was the vision?” River asks.
His eyes widen, and urgency crosses his expression, “There’s a wolf about the same age as we are. He’s barely alive. Derek severely beat him regularly. Tortured him, actually.”
River growls, and his expression darkens.
