Chapter Four
Griffin
Myles was the last person to stumble through the portal before Griff closed it. He groaned as he pitched forward, landing on his knees. “Griff, why is it so much smoother when Lochlan opens portals?”
Griffin smirked down at him. “Your human body can’t take it?”
Myles pushed himself up from the grass and crossed his arms, but the guy couldn’t be menacing if he tried.
Griffin shielded his eyes with his hand and stared into the bright sky, not taking his eyes from the faint outline of the moon. Before being sent to the prison realm, his Iskalt magic rejoiced in the light of the moon. That was when it could play. His fingers curled into his palm as the buzz from opening the portal wore off, leaving Griffin weak. Like a human. No strength pulsed through his veins, but
