I run as hard as I can through the tall grass that stretches above my head. I hear yelling and pounding footsteps behind me and I push myself to run faster.My lungs heave and my heart beats furiously. I glance back to see four figures slowly gaining on me.Panic sets in and I feel tears run down my face. I look forward again and hit something hard.I cry out at the impact and fall onto the ground. My head hits a rock; the breath is knocked out of me instantly and I gasp for air that won’t come.Black spots flood my vision and I am only conscious long enough to watch a grinning man's face come into view before everything goes dark.***My eyes fly open and I gasp at the pain that floods my body almost immediately. I squint against the bright white light but I can't see anything through my watering eyes.I clench my jaw, blinking back the tears. I feel panic settle deep in my chest. My stomach flips at the bleach stink filling my nose.Looking around, I realize I'm laying on facedown on
“—the new students transferring here from the rehabilitation facility arrive tomorrow, so please act appropriately and set a good example,” Mr. Woodrow, the headmaster, announces.“Yes sir,” we all mutter. He speaks for a few minutes more then dismisses us.I wait for the auditorium to empty before standing. I trudge behind the crowd of students, clenching my jaw as I am
“Now Luci, all you have to do is imagine the feathers disappearing,” my father told me.I closed my eyes and did as he said.
“Winters?” I ask, tilting my head a bit.“Yeah, I think you knew my mother, Saelah Winters,” Diana speaks up.Her mother was good friends with my parents and tried to help me when I was convicted of being a threat to the world.
Mate.I sit for the rest of Flight Training with that word as the only thing on my mind. I still haven't found a reasonable explanation as to why he would say it.I'm pretty sure werewolves have a soul mate that they just call their mate, but I've never heard an angel use it.
“I could ask you the same question,” he replies, raising his eyebrow at her.“Secret hideout that’s not so secret anymore,” I murmur under my breath.“So what can you not go through again?” He asks.
"How many?" I ask him.He shrugs. "30-ish, probably more though.”"Why?""Oh no, don't direct the focus towards me, how many for you?" He says, wagging his finger.
I’m trying to take these idiots seriously but it’s difficult when they are so completely oblivious to everything. I’ve been spending time with Diana and Daniel for two weeks and they just now noticed apparently.“Well?” Mikayla demands.I blink lazily. “What? I’m sorry I wasn’t really paying attention.”