James Griffin Voltron Novels & Stories

James’s lip curled. "You are willing to sacrifice the pack for your happiness? I can't believe it." “What sacrifice have you ever made for the pack, James? Of all people, you are the least qualified to lecture me about sacrifice. You’re nothing but a selfish old man,” Grayson fired back, his voice sharp and cutting. James’s face turned red with fury as he stood abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. “What did you just say to me?” he growled, stepping toward Grayson with clenched fists.

It would then be up to James and me to plunge a sword into Jeffrey's heart, ensuring he would never reincarnate with his dragon powers to torment me again. James's hand interlocked with mine, a reassuring squeeze from him easing my worry as we approached the shrine. The guards struggled to help Jeffrey onto the shrine's stairs. He roared in pain, uncontrollably thrashing as blood trickled from his nose. It was a sign. Meeting James's eyes, I nodded in understanding.