Griffin was sitting in the yard, working on a new carving for Nathan while he was out running. They'd been on Dark Moon Mountain for almost a week when Griffin heard something new. A raven's crow. Looking up he saw it. A raven with blood red eyes.
"Who are you?!" He yelled at the vampire.
Draven fluttered down to the ground as Nathan emerged from the opposite side of the yard. As they both shifted, Draven immediately lowered into a formal bow while Nathan darted over to Griffin.
"My apologies for intrudding. My name is Draven."
Griffin let out a rumbling growl as he pulled Nathan behind him, ready to take off at a moment's notice. "How did you find us?"
Still looking at the ground, Draven let out a small sigh. "Again, I must apologize. I was sent to your cabin. When you weren't there I had to guess where you might have gone. Oh! I have something for you." Finally standing upright, Draven rummaged through his bag, pulling out the carving he'd found. "I believe this is yours," he said as he unwrapped it.
Nathan lunged forward when he saw the small carving. Before Griffin could stop him, Nathan was standing in front of Draven carefully taking the carving from him. "You found it," he whispered. "I thought I'd lost it for good."
Griffin quickly grabbed Nathan around the waist, yanking him back. "That still doesn't explain why you're here," he growled.
Draven quickly glanced at the werewolf that was being shielded by the dragon in front of him. "Allow me to reintroduce myself. I'm Draven Mortenson. My father sent me to find you."
Before he could finish, Griffin had launched himself at him, pinning him to the ground by the throat. "I knew I should've killed you the second you showed up."
"Griffin? What are you doing?" Nathan's small, worried voice called out.
"He's a vampire. The son of the one who killed your family," Griffin said harshly.
Nathan gasped, tears filling his eyes.
"Please, wait," Draven gasped from where he lay. "I know how it looks but I want to help."
Griffin growled at him, tightening his grip on Draven's throat. Nathan took a small step closer while cradling his carving close to his chest. "Griffin, back off a little." He waited for Griffin to loosen his grip before continuing. "Help how?"
Draven struggled to turn his head enough to make eye contact with the young wolf. "To defeat my father. He might have sent me to get rid of you, but the Mood Goddess sent me to protect you." Warily, he slowly lifted his hand, showing the silver tattoo on the back of it.
Seeing the mark, Griffin slowly let him go, but stayed vigilant in case it was a ruse. Backing up, he once again stood in front of Nathan, shielding him from view. "How do we know that what you're saying is the truth?"
Draven carefully sat up but stayed seated on the ground. Looking at Nathan, who'd peeked his head around Griffin's massive form, he said, "I saw you that day. I saw your wolf heading down the mountain. I didn't say anything and had no plans to. If one of my father's spies hadn't seen you, he'd have never found out about you."