Once fully formed, the griffin stretched, swiped at the air with its lion’s claws, and screamed a shrieking challenge from its eagle head.
“Run!” Merlin yelled.
I was already making tracks. Behind me, Merlin was having a hard time keeping up, so I slowed and took his arm. “Come on!”
The cave was too narrow for the griffin’s wingspan, but it gained on us as quickly any lion. I was sure that razor-sharp beak would snap off our heads any second when suddenly we were outside next to the horses. The transition was so quick and disorienting that we fell to the grass. I mounted, but Merlin cast a spell towards the cave’s mouth. We could hear the beast coming from within, but before it could exit, the ceiling caved in, blocking the mouth of the cave. The griffin shrieked its wrath and scratched at the rubble within, but it was muffled through the wall of rock.