Chapter 59

Now, a breath was all it needed to expose their whereabouts.

"Hyntece, you promised me you'd never be like Lryke. You said regaining status as an angel is what you've been dreaming of all this while," Arlyaen said. There was a strong note of threat in his words.

"Show yourself, traitor!" Vyre roared, his rage a wildfire. He hacked at the underbrush, his strikes growing wilder with each passing second.

"Come back to me, my child." Arlyaen sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring, as if hunting for a scent. "Only I can grant that dream of yours."

Miracle's pulse thundered in her ears. She strained to see through the chaos, her fingers clenching the damp earth beneath her. Beside her, Melvin's breath hitched. He moved before she could, grabbing her and pressing her down, his palm firm against her lips. His wide, terrified eyes spoke the warning his voice dared not.

Then—

A sudden, merciless squall tore through the clearing, howling like a be