The bone-griffin reached out with its front legs, which ended in eagle talons, and grabbed her by the shoulders. Nearra struggled to break free, but the undead creature’s grip was too strong. The bone-griffin flapped its leather wings furiously and lifted Nearra into the air. “Don’t attack!” Catriona shouted to her friends. “You might injure Nearra!” And then the bone-griffin ascended into the sky and began carrying its prize toward its master’s keep. “Come on!” Davyn shouted. “We have to go after Nearra!” He started to run, but Catriona grabbed his arm and stopped him. “Of course we will,” Catriona said. “But we can’t simply walk up to Maddoc’s front door and knock. If we could, we wouldn’t have come to Ravenscar in the first place.” Davyn knew his friend was right, but he couldn’t stand the thought of Maddoc getting hold of Nearra. The wizard had already caused the deaths of Davyn’s parents. Davyn didn’t want to lose Nearra too. Elidor put a hand on Davyn’s shoulder.
