10. We have a griffin situation! Chapter 10
I arrived back at my house at dawn. Dad had made a small shelter out of planks of wood so at least I could go straight to sleep in relative comfort. When I awoke I saw a mass of people running down the street.
`“What’s happening?” I asked Old Jim from next door.
“The guards have caught something,” he cried, his eyes lighting up with glee. “Go to the square!”
I watched him hobble along with a feeling of dread. I didn’t really trust or like Cinder, but I sure as hell didn’t want him dead. I sprinted through the throng of people, pushing and shoving until I made it to the front. The barracks loomed in front of me, with statue like guards lining the road to the square. There, in the middle of the square, was a bundle of rags. With a gasp I realised it was a feathered creature, the same creature that had saved me on that horrible day. Cinder raised his noble head, caught my eye and winked.