Chapter Twenty-Six
THE FIRST THING Wyatt noticed was April’s hand flying to her mouth as she screamed, her eyes wide. Then the world around him exploded.
The gargoyles they had positioned in each of the corners shifted, sprouting wings and springing into the air, each to a different corner to hold up the crumpling tent. Randall and some of the other griffins lunged from their perches, their wings spread, talons out as they screamed into the chaos that erupted in the big top. A piece of support fell from the bale ring around the center pole, and Randall headed straight for it, his beak spread.
Wyatt shifted back to his normal appearance as he watched Randall crunch down on the long piece of wood. Another scream joined the others as the wood shifted in midair, arms and legs appearing from
